Shucks. It's too bad you can't make it to the party.

Moreover, as that of Heidelburgh was always replenished with the most excellent of the wines of the Rhenish valleys, so the tun of the whale contains by far the most precious of all his oily vintages; namely, the highly-prized spermaceti, in its absolutely pure, limpid, and odoriferous state.

The third link of the silver chain needs to be resoldered.

The fuck was that? ― What the fuck was that?