"Nice? Its the only thing,"
said the Water Rat solemely,
as he leaned forward for his stroke.

"Believe me, my young friend,

there is nothing - absolutely nothing -
half so much worth doing
as simply messing about in 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."

Kenneth Grahame: The Wind in the Willows