Tuesday, May 22, 2012
“She was nothing so solid in make, and rather less pretty in shape, but I had expended enough hard work on her to make me love her. No influential friend would have served me better. She had given me a chance to come out a bit—to find out what I could do. No, I don’t like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work,—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know.”
~~ Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness: Marlow on the “twisted, ruined, tin-pot steamboat” he’s restoring.
Borrowed from the blog, The Greenery: