There Is Nothing - Absolutely Nothing -

It's Not The Sort Of Night For Bed, Anyhow.

For My Life, I Confess To You, Feels To Me Today Somewhat Narrow And Circumscribed.

It Seemed A Place Where Heroes Could Fitly Feast After Victory, Where Weary Harvesters Could Line Up In Scores Along The Table And Keep Their Harvest Home With Mirth And Song, Or Where Two Or Three Friends Of Simple Tastes Could Sit About As They Pleased And Eat And Smoke And Talk In Comfort And Contentment.

There Is Nothing - Absolutely Nothing - Half So Much Worth Doing As Simply Messing About In Boats.

After All, The Best Part Of A Holiday Is Perhaps Not So Much To Be Resting Yourself, As To See All The Other Fellows Busy Working.