Book: Three men in a boat, not counting the dog. Page 4

... of all the stupid, irritating nonsense that clog us up, perhaps the most vile - it's a Scam, usually called weather forecasting.

I have never met anyone who fished something from the Thames - unless, of course, except for dead cats and frogs, but it actually has nothing to do with fishing.

I thought about what an interesting clinical case I represent, what treasure I would be for medical school. Students there was no need to practice in clinics and participate in medical rounds, if they had. I am a clinic. They only need to crawl around me and to go for diplomas.

That's life. And we're just blades of grass bent under the wind of fate.

Harris said that George hardly should do anything to improve sleep, is dangerous. He said that because the day has only twenty-four hours in both winter and summer, he has no idea how George is going to sleep more than at present; he expressed the opinion that if George decided to sleep more, he might as well rest forever, not to spend money at least on the table and the apartment.

It was decided that we sail next Saturday from Kingston. Harris and I will drive there in the morning and climb in the boat to Hell, where we will join George, whose duties kept in the city until mid-day (George is sleeping in some Bank from ten to four each day except Saturdays when they Wake him up and out the door at two o'clock).

Sunlight is the hot blood of nature. Dull, soulless eyes looking at us mother-earth, when the sun's light leaves her and goes off! We then sad with her: she seemed not to know or love us. It is like a woman who lost her beloved husband: children touch her hand, look her in the eye and can't get even a smile!

To overload me with work impossible to gain her became my passion. My office is so full of work that it left no inch of free space. Will have to attach to the house a new wing. Besides, I treat my work very carefully. Indeed, other work lies in me for years, and I even finger haven't touched her. And I'm proud of my work; and then shift it from place to place and wash the dust from it. There is a man whose work would have been safer than me.
But although I'm burning with passion for work, justice more to me. I'm not asking for more than I owed.
And she falls on me, even though I do not ask, - so, at least I think - it's killing me.

In this - the whole Harris: he willingly takes the heaviest burden meekly and blames it on someone else's shoulders.

I can't sit back and idly watch as someone works up a sweat. I immediately feel the need to get up and start to order, and I walk with his hands in his pockets, and lead. I an active by nature.

- What do you suggest to bring, sir?
- Get me out of here.

You should never let the sense of justice expressed in simple revenge.
(We must not allow the sense of justice has degenerated into a primitive vindictiveness.)

It's guard, it's not a gopher, its the same as calling!

It's amazing how early I get up, when we spend the night in the open air! If you do not sleep on a feather bed, and on the bottom of the boat wrapped in a blanket and putting his head upon a bag instead of a pillow, somehow there is no hunting to find "another five minutes".