“Willy - red and shining, his spectacles bemisted, voice glutinous, alcohol sweating from every pore - had sung what he called an old English madrigal in his harsh, thick Scots; at the end he had walloped down, like a porpoise stranded by the tide, on the sofa where Mary sat, and given her a succulent porpoiseful kiss on the nape of the neck. It had been a good turn and everybody had laughed.” DrinkMaryMadrigalScottish RenaissancePorpoiseWilly Gibb Book:Chapman 47-48: Tom Scott / Ann Scott-Moncrieff Source: Chapman 47-48: Tom Scott / Ann Scott-Moncrieff
“It's queer to think how many little guys there are like that, with more ability than push, sucked in by one wave and hurled out by the next, for every Sammy Glick who slips through and over the waves like a porpoise.” AbilityDriveWavesPorpoise Book:What Makes Sammy Run? Source: What Makes Sammy Run?
“The skull is not broken, or only a little, here. He doesn't actually know it's a female, but he wants it to be. Female and a mother, old, died of natural causes. And somewhere in the sea, her young, no longer young. Their young.” FamilyGenerationsPorpoise Book:The End of the Point Source: The End of the Point