joel: what’s the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? herman Melville wrote fuckin’ moby dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him henry Melville. you know, like why bother? they’re just going to forget our fuckin’ names anyway. i heard em went back to new york.
james: i wish it didn’t end like that, i should’ve - i don’t know… your herman melville story that - that’s bullshit.
joel: it’s true, they called him henry.
james: no, i mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. i think he was a pretty passionate guy, joel. i hope they call me henry when i die, too.
joel: one can only hope