"Whatever you say, Ned." Then, trying to imitate Captain Nemo's carefree tone, I asked, "By the way, gallant Ned, are you afraid of sharks?" "Me?" the Canadian replied. "I'm a professional harpooner! It's my job to make a mockery of them!" "It isn't an issue," I said, "of fishing for them with a swivel hook, hoisting them onto the deck of a ship, chopping off the tail with a sweep of the ax, opening the belly, ripping out the heart, and tossing it into the sea." "So it's an issue of . . . ?" "Yes, precisely." "In the water?" "In the water." "Ye gods, just give me a good harpoon! You see, sir, these sharks are badly designed. They have to roll their bellies over to snap you up, and in the meantime . . ." Ned Land had a way of pronouncing the word "snap" that sent chills down the spi