Kurt Ratzenberger

5. Juni 2014
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So cried Ahab, once more hai­ling a ship showing Eng­lish colours, bea­ring down under the stern. Trumpet to mouth, the old man was stan­ding in his hois­ted quar­ter-boat, his ivory leg plain­ly reve­a­led to the stran­ger cap­tain, who was careless­ly recli­ning in his own boat’s bow and was real­ly enjoy­ing that spe­cial moment.”