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Believe me, my young friend, [said the Water Rat solemnly], there is nothingabsolutely nothinghalf so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing . . . 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 . . .
The Wind in the Willows
Twombley's boatyard in South Yarmouth, Me. is...
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