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A Perfect July 4th Weekend

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The Rat sculled smartly across and made fast. Then he held up his forepaw as the Mole stepped gingerly down. “Lean on that!” he said. “Now then, step lively!” and the Mole to his surprise and rapture found himself actually seated in the stern of a real boat.

“This has been a wonderful day!” said he, as the Rat shoved off and took the sculls again. “Do you know, I’ve never been in a boat before in all my life.”

“What?” cried 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 in 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 laugh. “In or our 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, suppose we drop down the river together and have a long day of it?”

The Mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh full of contentment, and leaned back blissfully into the soft cushions. “What a day I am having!” he said. “Let us start at once!”

Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

[Thank you, Trovatos and Tuckers, for three glorious boat rides in two days! “Sheer happiness,” “contentment,” and “bliss” about sums it up for me.]

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