...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 -- --
-- about in boats --
or with boats,
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?
-- Excerpts from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame.
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