As Kenneth Graham's Rat says in The Wind in the Willows:
Believe
me, . . . . there is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much
worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing . . . .
about in boats -- or with boats. . . . . In or out of 'em, it doesn't
matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether
you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your
destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never
get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in
particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to
do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not.
