'Nice? It’s the only
thing ,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as
he leant forward for his stroke. ‘Believe
me, my young friend, there is nothing
- absolutely nothing half so much worth
doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply
messing,’ he went on dreamily: ‘messing – in – boats; messing – ‘
'Look ahead, Rat!’ cried the Mole suddenly.
It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The
dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his
heels in the air.
‘- about in boats –
or with boats,’ the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. 'In or out of ‘ em it doesn’t matter . Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the
charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you reach
somewhere else , or whether you never get anywhere at all , you’re always busy,
and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s
always something else to do , and you can do it if you
like, but you’d much better not.'
Good one!
ReplyDeleteHi to the crew of Midwatch, we have enjoyed your blog . It seems we may cross paths. We are in the USVI and headed for St. Matin with the next weather window. Will you still be there? It would be great to meet up. Alan and Felicity
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