| `--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?'
The Mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment, and leaned back blissfully into the soft cushions. 'WHAT a day I'm having!' he said. `Let us start at once!' Kenneth Grahame
(1908): The Wind in the Willows
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