George disse: “We're on the wrong track. We must think about what we could do with the objects, but only to what we could not do without those objects. George is sometimes quite subtle in his thinking. You'd be surprised. the call wisdom Absolute, not only about the fact this, but in reference to our journey nel mare della life generally. how many people, in that journey,load the boat with things , as they consider necessary to enjoy the journey in a pleasant and comfortable way, but which, actually, They are just useless junk,and fill the boat until it is even in danger of sinking. How to accumulate under the poor little tree maestro boat, fine clothes and big houses; useless servants, and a large amount of friends They do not count a penny for them, and for which, they themselves do not count two cents; They collect expensive entertainments that are not entertain anyone, formalities and fashions, pretentiousness and ostentation, is , – oh,the heaviest, unconsidered trifles of all!- the fear of what others think; and luxury nausea, pleasures that bore, Empty shows that, as the ancient crown of thorns of the condemned, He bleeds and pass out the person who wears it!
They are junk, friend – all junk! Getta in large. They make the boat so heavy to move, that risks of fainting from fatigue when rowing. They make conducting so difficult and laborious, you'll never know a moment of freedom from anxiety and job, and you'll never have a moment to dream pigramente – not a moment to observe the shadows suction cups scremarsi slightly above the surface of the sea, or the ripples that reverberate the shining rays of the sun, or large trees on the edge watching their own reflection, or the timber all green and golden, or lilies, white and yellow,nor the rush of dark waves, o i carici, o orchidee, or the blue forget-me.
Throws the junk at sea, friend! Leave the boat of life light, Equipped only with what you really need – a home cozy and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worthy of the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a cane, una pipa o due, enough to eat and the 'essential to dress, and a little more than necessary to drink;thirst is a dangerous thing.
Then, you will find that the boat is easy to maneuver, and it will not be as simple flip, and if you overturn not disturb you that much; objects unadorned and well-made water resistant. So, you will have time both think that to work. Time to drink in the moments clear of life – time to listen to the wind wind music It Gave draws with the strings of our hearts…
(“nel mare della life” Three men in a boat from -Jerome K. Jerome)
George said:”You know we are on a wrong track altogether. We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can’t do without.”George comes out really quite sensible at times. You’d be surprised. I call that downright wisdom, not merely as regards the present case, but with reference to our trip up the river of life, generally. How many people, on that voyage, load up the boat till it is ever in danger of swamping with a store of foolish things which they think essential to the pleasure and comfort of the trip, but which are really only useless lumber.
How they pile the poor little craft mast-high with fine clothes and big houses; with useless servants, and a host of swell friends that do not care twopence for them, and that they do not care three ha’pence for; with expensive entertainments that nobody enjoys, with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation, and with – oh, heaviest, maddest lumber of all! – the dread of what will my neighbour think, with luxuries that only cloy, with pleasures that bore, with empty show that, like the criminal’s iron crown of yore, makes to bleed and swoon the aching head that wears it!