The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse ★★★★

“Damn ye! Let the tomb strike ye dead, Winslow! Haaaaaark! Hark, Triton! Hark! Bellow, bid our father the sea king! Rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs till ye turn blue and bloated with builds and brine and can scream no more. Only when he, crowned in cockle shells, with slithering tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral tonged trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest, and PLUNGES right through yer gullet! Besting ye! A bulging blacker no more, but a blasted bloody film now a nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself. Forgotten to any man, to any time. Forgotten to any God or Devil, forgotten, even, to the sea. For any stuff or part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea.” 

Is now my response to anyone who isn’t fond of my cooking. Of mildly disagrees with me on a trivial matter.

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