“He did not rate that text at a plucked hen
Which says that hunters are not holy men
And that a monk uncloistered is a mere
Fish out of water, flapping on the pier,
That is to say a monk out of his cloister.
That was a text he held not worth an oyster”
“TooooooooooooT! It is sailing time. A tiny tugboat pushes the big ocean liner away from the pier. Bon voyage! The big ship sails out of the harbor. Soon it is crossing the wide ocean. There is no land in sight.”