There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

There was of course a considerable concussion as the vessel drove up on the sand heap. Every spar, rope, and stay was strained, and some of the `top-hammer' came crashing down. But, strangest of all, the very instant the shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck from below, as if shot up by the concussion, and running forward, jumped from the bow on the sand.

Run away with me,” said Roseman when the coffee came. “Where?” she asked. That shut him up.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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