I've watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. Or at least as close as we’re going to get.

Well, I’m going to be a writer. And when I say that’s a mountain, that’s a mountain.

Once a man gets a reputation as a liar, he might as well be struck dumb, for people do not listen to the wind.

hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like

Written By Kenneth Grahame

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