The pants come down. Most look shamefaced, but tha Arthur McBride is not the least bit shy about showing off his equipment, oh no, he isn't. He grins in my direction. 'Not all that impressive, boyo

What's the matter Jaimy? Ain't-cha never seen a girl before? -Jacky Faber

A girl what's born for hangin' ain't likely to be drowned.

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?

When in Boston, I shall be able to take you out to dinner, if not to bed. I should greatly prefer the latter, but I must accept my lot.

I'm really a peaceful sort of coward.

And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?" "The Foresail?" "Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called..." ..."The Next Sail, Sir?" "Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.