I'm going to jack my job in.

What is becoming clear is that the ethos of cargoism is widespread, takes many forms, and represents a particular version of the desire for blessings that marks most religions.

– Idle: Is your wife a… a goer… eh? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Nudge nudge. Know what I mean? Say no more. Know what I mean? – Jones: I beg your pardon? – Idle: Your wife… does she, er, does she ‘go’… eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more. – Jones: Well, she sometimes ‘goes’, yes. – Idle: I bet she does. I bet she does. I bet she does. Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. – Jones: I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow you. – Idle: Follow me. Follow me. And I like that. That’s good. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh?

He lived in the world, as the last of the Grisly Bears lived in settled Missouri. And as when Spring and Summer had departed, that wild Logan of the woods, burying himself in the hollow of a tree, lived out the winter there, sucking his own paws; so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom!