Were I a younger man, I might look askance at a man who rode a walrus. But had I done so this morning, I should have been in grievous error. For the walrus is not a mild-mannered beast, and any man with the necessary stoutness of heart and reckless disregard for the safety both of himself and of the general public to ride upon the back of one is not a man to be trifled with. And if I have learned one thing in the years I have trodden this globe (and I venture to say that I may have learnt as many as three things), I have learned not to look askance at such a man, nor at his walrus.
Not that it mattered. He was busy riding the walrus and didn’t see me anyway.
Give me a spade, I’ll dig my own hole
Half-Man / Half-Mole, Chris Knox