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Chapter 3
Itislumber,man—alllumber! Throwitoverboard. Itmakestheboatsoheavytopull,younearlyfaintattheoars. Itmakesitsocumbersomeanddangeroustomanage,youneverknowamoment’sfreedomfromanxietyandcare,nevergainamoment’srestfordreamylaziness—notimetowatchthewindyshadowsskimminglightlyo’ertheshallows,ortheglitteringsunbeamsflittinginandoutamongtheripples,orthegreattreesbythemarginlookingdownattheirownimage,orthewoodsallgreenandgolden,orthelilieswhiteandyellow,orthesombre-wavingrushes,orthesedges,ortheorchis,ortheblueforget-me-nots.
Throwthelumberover,man! Letyourboatoflifebelight,packedwithonlywhatyouneed—ahomelyhomeandsimplepleasures,oneortwofriends,worththename,someonetoloveandsomeonetoloveyou,acat,adog,andapipeortwo,enoughtoeatandenoughtowear,andalittlemorethanenoughtodrink;forthirstisadangerousthing.
Youwillfindtheboateasiertopullthen,anditwillnotbesoliabletoupset,anditwillnotmattersomuchifitdoesupset;good,plainmerchandisewillstandwater. Youwillhavetimetothinkaswellastowork. Timetodrinkinlife’ssunshine—timetolistentotheAEolianmusicthatthewindofGoddrawsfromthehumanheart-stringsaroundus—timeto—
Ibegyourpardon,really.Iquiteforgot.
Well,weleftthelisttoGeorge,andhebeganit.
"Wewon’ttakeatent,suggestedGeorge;"wewillhaveaboatwithacover. Itiseversomuchsimpler,andmorecomfortable."
Itseemedagoodthought,andweadoptedit. IdonotknowwhetheryouhaveeverseenthethingImean.