People
aren’t warned when they take up boating that they may become obsessed, but it
does happen to a lot of them.
The
famous author and sailor, E. B. White was one.
“Waking
or sleeping, I dream of boats--usually of rather small boats under a slight
press of sail,” he wrote in a delightful essay entitled “The Sea and the Wind
that Blows” (from Essays of E. B. White, Harper-Collins,
New York).
He
said that so much of his life had been spent dreaming of small craft that he
wondered about the state of his health, for he’d been told that it wasn’t a
good sign to be always voyaging into unreality, driven by imaginary breezes.
But
he concluded: “If a man must be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as
good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.”
A lot better than most, actually.
Obsessing about boats keeps you out of most trouble, as long as you remember to
be polite to landlubbers and (especially) as long as you can control the
spending urge.
And,
come to think ot if, if obsession can’t be got rid of by reasoning, what’s the
point of fighting it?
Today’s Thought
Passion overcometh sober thought;And this is cause of direst ills to men.
— Euripides, Medea
Tailpiece
“Can
you help me? I’m looking for someone. Do you have a Sexauer here?”“Mister, we don’t even have a lunch-break here.”
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