Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him,
penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.”
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.
Here today, up and off to somewhere else tomorrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that's always changing!
Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.