Into the Light of the Whale

Jonah is put down for his passage. Point out my stateroom, sir, says jonah. Now i'm travel weary. I need sleep. There's thy room. Jonah enters and would lock the door, but the lock contains no key. The captain laughs lowly to himself and mutters something about the doors of convict cells being never allowed to be locked. In this thus far successful fugitive finds no refuge for his restless glance. But that conta fiction in the lamp more and more appalls him. So after sore wrestlings in his birth, jonah's prodigy of ponderous misery drags him, drowning, down to sleep.