Jerome Klapka Jerome

Three Men in a Boat (to say nothing of the dog)

    Verenoyhas quoted5 years ago
    Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen’s plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last.
    Lizzy Evdokimovahas quoted2 years ago
    Throw the lum­ber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleas­ures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dan­ger­ous thing.
    jasoebehas quoted3 years ago
    Har­ris had the beef­steak pie between his knees, and was carving it, and Ge­orge and I were wait­ing with our plates ready.
    “Have you got a spoon there?” says Har­ris; “I want a spoon to help the gravy with.”
    The hamper was close be­hind us, and Ge­orge and I both turned round to reach one out. We were not five seconds get­ting it. When we looked round again, Har­ris and the pie were gone!
    It was a wide, open field. There was not a tree or a bit of hedge for hun­dreds of yards. He could not have tumbled into the river, be­cause we were on the wa­ter side of him, and he would have had to climb over us to do it.
    Ge­orge and I gazed all about. Then we gazed at each other.
    “Has he been snatched up to heaven?” I quer­ied.
    “They’d hardly have taken the pie too,” said Ge­orge.
    There seemed weight in this ob­jec­tion, and we dis­carded the heav­enly the­ory.
    Валерия Алешниковаhas quoted5 years ago
    It is like the sunset and the stars: we are not awed by their loveliness because they are common to our eyes.
    b1382324517has quotedlast month
    dis­tem­per
    Ирина Осипенкоhas quotedlast month
    The air of the river has a de­mor­al­ising ef­fect upon one’s tem­per, and this it is, I sup­pose, which causes even barge men to be some­times rude to one an­other, and to use lan­guage which, no doubt, in their calmer mo­ments they re­gret.
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    in the list­less­ness of des­pair
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    pre­mon­it­ory
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    dis­tem­per
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    dev­ast­at­ing scourge
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    cor­res­pond
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    feel­ing seedy
    b1856829676has quoted2 months ago
    in­cur­able vera­city
    камилаhas quoted3 months ago
    Throw the lum­ber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleas­ures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dan­ger­ous thing.
    Rosa Wintherhas quoted3 months ago
    lls; they gave me clumps on the side of the head. And, strange as it may ap­pear, those clumps on the head of­ten cured me—for the time be­ing. I have known one clump on the head have more ef­fect upon my liver, and make me feel more anxious to go straight away then and there, and do what was wanted to be done, without fur­ther loss of time, than a whole box of pills does now.

    You know, it of­ten is so—those simple, old-fash­ioned

    Really good better than Iron armor
    This is abstrakt art

    Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted5 months ago
    knew a young man once, he was a most con­scien­tious fel­low, and, when he took to fly-fish­ing, he de­term­ined never to ex­ag­ger­ate his hauls by more than twenty-five per­cent.

    “When I have caught forty fish,” said he, “then I will tell people that I have caught fifty, and so on. But I will not lie any more than that, be­cause it is sin­ful to lie.”

    But the twenty-five per­cent plan did not work well at all. He never was able to use it. The greatest num­ber of fish he ever caught in one day was three, and you can’t add twenty-five per­cent to three—at least, not in fish.
    Polina Pasyukhas quoted7 months ago
    There is no po­etry about Har­ris—no wild yearn­ing for the un­at­tain­able. Har­ris never “weeps, he knows not why.” If Har­ris’s eyes fill with tears, you can bet it is be­cause Har­ris has been eat­ing raw onions, or has put too much Worcester over his chop.
    Polina Pasyukhas quoted8 months ago
    You know, it of­ten is so—those simple, old-fash­ioned rem­ed­ies are some­times more ef­fic­a­cious than all the dis­pens­ary stuff.
    Polina Pasyukhas quoted8 months ago
    In the present in­stance, go­ing back to the liver-pill cir­cu­lar, I had the symp­toms, bey­ond all mis­take, the chief among them be­ing “a gen­eral dis­in­clin­a­tion to work of any kind.”
    Polina Pasyukhas quoted8 months ago
    It is a most ex­traordin­ary thing, but I never read a pat­ent medi­cine ad­vert­ise­ment without be­ing im­pelled to the con­clu­sion that I am suf­fer­ing from the par­tic­u­lar dis­ease therein dealt with in its most vir­u­lent form.
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