Quote of the Week
I'm feeling nostalgic today. Maybe I'll read a couple of chapters to my babies :)
"What?" cried the Rat, open-mouthed:
"Never been in a—you never—well I—what have you been doing, then?"
"Is it so nice as all that?" asked the
Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his
seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating
fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.
"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—absolute nothing—half so much
worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing," he went on
dreamily: "messing—about—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 arrive at your destination or 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. Look here! If
you've really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the
river together, and have a long day of it?"
– Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
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