I read Three Men in a Boat last week. It was written in 1889
and yet remains genuinely funny and relatable all these years later. There’s
a bit at the start when Jerome Klapka Jerome wonders if people in the year 2000
will find their everyday trinkets of interest, value and worth. Which we do mostly. Just struck me as interesting. Apparently the book sold so well and was so popular people in other
countries would put his name on books to trick people into buying them.
Another nice aside, his publisher said, with reference to how much in
royalties the book was earning for JKJ: "I cannot imagine what becomes of
all the copies of that book I issue. I often think the public must eat them."
Which I think is almost as funny as some of the lines in the book. The book is up there
with Lucky Jim, also hilarious.
I was sat on the night bus last
night, somewhat drunk, and fell into that maudlin state of staring out the window as
raindrops rolled down trying to reach some great thought, or insight or
revelation that I was sure was lurking in the dim recesses of my brain.
Something about life, or love or work or the like. Of course, I never captured
it, if it was there at all: I think the revelation is there are no
drunk-night-bus revelations to be had.
However, the event put me in mind of this wonderful excerpt
from The Wind in the Willows, a far better book than any dramatisation has ever
managed to capture, they all seem to cheapen and ruin it.
“But Mole stood still
a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who
struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty
in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly
accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.”
My
other favourite line in WITW is:
Toad sat up on end
once more, dried his eyes, sipped his tea and munched his toast, and soon began
talking freely about himself, and the house he lived in, and his doings there,
and how important he was, and what a lot his friends thought of him.
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