Titanic
Old salts, J. Hook and P. Crook, wharf cafe, bright weather.
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Hook: To be out there again.
Crook: Day like today.
Hook: Mind you plain sailing days have their own dangers.
Crook: Makes merchantmen easy pickings for pirates off East Africa?
Hook: Ever tell you I had a distant rellie who was on the the Titanic?
Crook: Ha. Pull the other one.
Hook: S'true as I'm sitting here today. He was a cook. Went down with her.
Crook: Really??
Hook: So I've always remembered that those glassy calm seas, when you go full speed ahead hold just as many dangers as when you're plunging slow ahead through a Force 8.
Crook: Not to put too literary a turn on it, but the Titanic was like the world, wouldn't you say? You think the structure is indestructible but one day a small event tips the balance and we all fall down.
Hook: The world, or our bodies. How's your stomach?
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Labels: metaphor, Titanic, unpredictability
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