yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

Having said that, he feigned absentmindedness and wandered into the back room, smiling from ear to ear. I looked at my watch. It was ten-thirty in the morning. I had arranged to meet Bea at five in the university cloister, and, to my dismay, the day was turning out to be longer than The Brothers Karamazov.

from The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon