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Amanda was only the name he used for himself on the third Friday of every month; most days he settled for just John. But what he could not abide was to be called, as he sometimes was (especially by his chief rival in dentistry), Ishmael. Both feet on land, his clock tocks midnight. It's Friday and it isn't the sea that calls John, nor Nantucket his port.