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I wish there were a touch of these boats about my life; so to speak, a tarring, the touch of inspired disorder and something more than that, something more too than the mobility of sails or a primitive bumpy engine, under that tiny hot-house window, which eats up oil and benzine perhaps but will go on beating in spite of the many strains not needing with luck to be repaired too often, with luck lasting years piled on years.