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The River... It's my world, and I don't want any other. What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing. Lord! the times we've had together!

Kenneth Grahame

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Kenneth Grahame
Age: 73 †
Born: 1859
Born: March 8
Died: 1932
Died: July 6
Film Writer
Novelist
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Edinburgh
Scotland
Water
Times
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Together
River
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Rivers
Worth
Knowing
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The past was like a bad dream the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!
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Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes! 'Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a blithesome step forward, and you are out of your old life and into the new!
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We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry-- cried the Mole. --with out pistols and swords and sticks-- shouted ther Rat. --and rush in upon them, said Badger. --and whack 'em, and whack 'em, and whack 'em! cried the Toad in ecstasy, running round and round the room, and jupming over the chairs.
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It'll be all right, my fine fellow, said the Otter. I'm coming along with you, and I know every path blindfold and if there's a head that needs to be punched, you can confidently rely upon me to punch it.
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It seemed a place where heroes could fitly feast after victory, where weary harvesters could line up in scores along the table and keep their Harvest Home with mirth and song, or where two or three friends of simple tastes could sit about as they pleased and eat and smoke and talk in comfort and contentment.
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