Jonah

Jonah and Leah live in a beautiful, straw-bale, timber-framed home that they built from hand.

Jonah was a prophet of God.

You are Simon the son of Jonah.

'It's Jonah,' Ted says. Simmy considers this. 'As in the whale?' 'Yep.' 'You know,' Simmy says, 'that people are going to say that to him for ever more?' 'What? The whale thing?' 'Yes.' Ted shrugs again. 'Well. He'll get used to it. All names have got some associations. Anyway, he looks like a Jonah. And I like the name Jonah—' 'Obviously,' Simmy cuts in, 'since you chose it.'

So they took up Jonah, and cast him forth into the sea: and the sea ceased from her raging.

Superstitious sailors regarded a clergyman as an unlucky shipmate, a Jonah whose presence would never be welcome.

‘My first agent, and he's dead. It's incredible. I feel like a complete Jonah.’