Book: Three men in a boat, not counting the dog. Page 6

In German I can't understand a word. I was taught this language in school, but after graduating, I'm already in two years I forgot all of it and since then I feel much better.

Let there be light the boat of your life, take only the Essentials: a comfortable home and modest joy; the one that loves you and you more than all; two or three friends worthy to be called friends; cats and dogs; one or two tubes; enough to eat and plenty of clothes and little more than enough, drink, for thirst is a terrible thing.

In the Church of Walton show iron "bridle for the grumpy women." Such things used in olden times for curbing women's tongues. In our time, such experiments were abandoned. Apparently, iron is not enough and any other material is not strong enough.

Still strange how our minds and feelings are subordinated to the organs of digestion. Can neither work nor think, unless there is a consent of the stomach. The stomach determines our feelings, our moods, our passions. After the bacon and eggs he says: "Work!". After beefsteak and porter it says, "Sleep!". After a Cup of tea (two teaspoons of tea per Cup and infuse for not more than three minutes), it tells the brain: "come on cheer up and show what you're capable of. Be eloquent, and deep and thin; look penetrating gaze into the mysteries of nature; stretch snow-white wing fluttering thoughts and soar, divine spirit, above the troubled world, guiding your way through the shining of stars and fireworks to the gates of eternity".
After hot muffins it says, "Be dull and soulless, like domestic animals, - a brainless animal with listless eyes, in which there is no spark of imagination, of hope. fear and love". And after a hefty portion of brandy, he ordered, "Now stop fooling around, giggle, positivist, over to you could amuse your friends and family; throw the stupid thing thickly muttering incoherent nonsense and show me how half-witted jerk can be a man when his mind and will are drowned, like kittens in a glass of alcohol".
We are only miserable slaves of our stomach...

I always feel that I work more than I should. That doesn't mean I shirk work, God forbid! I like to work. It fascinates me. I can sit and stare at it for hours. I love to save her: the idea that it will have sometime to catch up on, breaks my heart.

... this is the only way to get kettle to boil. If only he will notice that you are impatiently waiting for it to boil, he even noise don't think. Need to move and eat as if you not going to drink tea. In any case you should not look to the kettle, then you will soon hear how he snorts and spits, desperately wanting to drink some tea.

"I remember one day went to British Museum to read about the treatments some trifling illness, which I ill, - I think it was hay fever.
I wanted to know what I'm still sick. I read about St. Vitus's dance and learned, as one would expect with this disease. Intrigued by his condition, I decided to investigate it thoroughly and began to read in alphabetical order. I read about ataxia and found out that recently contracted it and that the acute phase will come in two weeks. Britboy disease I suffered luckily in the form of light and thus can live for many years. I had diphtheria with serious complications, and cholera I, apparently, was ill from early childhood.
I conscientiously worked on all twenty-six letters of the alphabet and found that the only disease that I have, is an inflammation of the patella".
At first I was a little disappointed - it seemed undeserved resentment. Why do I have inflammation of the patella? How to explain such injustice? But soon less predatory senses took over. I thought that I have every other disease known in medicine, has become less greedy and decided to dispense with inflammation of the patella.

Everything has its downside, as one man said when his mother-in-law died and had to shell out for the funeral.

We need to think not about what we can learn from, but only about things that we can do.
(We should not think about those things that we somehow will manage, but those without which we can not do.)

Alas, it apparently always happens in our world. Every person has a that he did not need, and what it needs, own others.

This is probably the mermaid's whine in the deep sea, or sad spirits, reading Psalms over a pale drowned, entangled in the tenacious seaweed.

Then we washed the dishes and cleaned everything up in places (this is the daily job like helping me to resolve a question that often puzzles me: how a woman with only one apartment, manages to kill time?).

Women for some reason love to stroke the blade of the knife which they were hit.
(Women love to infect their knife was beautiful and terrible.)

...sword - the judge and the lawyer, plaintiff and executioner, he pays for the draw that kept alive someone takes, of course, if you want.