Uncle Athneal

http://www.nytimes.com/1992/10/18/magazine/the-spells-of-a-bright-bequia-morn…

In the heavily accented, lyrical poetry that passes for common speech among Bequians, Mr. Ollivierre will tell you, “The day I harpooned my first whale, there was such joy in my heart, I couldn’t speak. It turned my mind. You must choose what will pleasure your life. You must have plenty courage and be fast thinking.”

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