Mr. E, from Victor Niederhoffer
It's a shame we don't have Mr. E around any more to put things in perspective. He loved to eat at the weaknesses of atheists and people of different romantic preferences and collectives of all stripe and he would have caught every move in the market the last two months while cornering the soybean crop. I remember I took him out to dinner one evening and there was an attractive younger female with us and he admitted that he controlled the entire soybean crop and had just visited all his holdings on a trip to the Midwest (with his girl friend whose fare back I paid) because she didn't want to wait 3 days for a reduced fare). The attractive female didn't even look at me the whole evening as she was totally fascinated with E.
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Jay Pasch on April 21, 2020 4:04 am
Flowers of Bermuda
- Stan Rogers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVUei-0WYC4
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal
Just five short hours from Bermuda
In a fine October gale
There came a cry “Oh, there be breakers dead ahead!”
From the collier Nightingale
No sooner had the Captain brought her round
Came a rending crash below
Hard on her beam ends, groaning, went the Nightingale
And overside her mainmast goes
“Oh, Captain, are we all for drowning?”
Came the cry from all the crew
“The boats be smashed! How then are we all to be saved?
They are stove in through and through!”
“Oh, are ye brave and hardy collier-men
Or are ye blind and cannot see?
The Captain’s gig still lies before ye whole and sound
It shall carry all o’ we.”
Here we go!
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal
But when the crew was all assembled
And the gig prepared for sea
‘Twas seen there were but eighteen places to be manned
Nineteen mortal souls were we
But cries the Captain “Now do not delay
Nor do ye spare a thought for me
My duty is to save you all now, if I can
See ye return as quick as can be.”
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal
Oh, there be flowers in Bermuda
Beauty lies on every hand
And there be laughter, ease and drink for every man
But there is no joy for me
For when we reached the wretched Nightingale
What an awful sight was plain!
The Captain, drowned, was tangled in the mizzen-chains
Smiling bravely beneath the sea
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal