Цитаты из книги «Three men in a boat / Трое в лодке, не считая собаки. Книга для чтения на английском языке»

The weather is a thing that is beyond me63 altogether. I never can understand it. The barometer is useless: it is as misleading as the newspaper forecast.

I do think that, of all the silly, irritating nonsense by which we are ill, this “weather-forecast” fraud is about the most annoying. It “forecasts” precisely what happened yesterday or the day before, and precisely the opposite of what is going to happen today.

the weather forecast, which predicted “rain, cold, wet to fine59” (the worst thing that may be in weather)

We told him he must have been a fool not to see the bath. We finished dressing, and, when it came to the other procedures, we remembered that we had packed the tooth-brushes and the brush and comb (that toothbrush of mine will be the death of me57, I know), and we had to go downstairs, and fish them out of the bag.

There was George, throwing away the inestimable gift of time. He might have been up stuffing himself with eggs and bacon or irritating the dog instead of sprawling there.

bed when I am up, makes me mad. It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man’s life – the priceless moments that will never come back to him again – being wasted in mere brutish sleep.

I don’t know why it should be, but the sight of another man asleep in

There he lay – the man who had wanted to know what time he should wake us – on his back

when we were interrupted by a snore from George. It reminded us of his existence.

never pass it without feeling better