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Glorious, stirring sight! murmured Toad. . . . The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today - in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped- always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!

Kenneth Grahame

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Kenneth Grahame
Age: 73 †
Born: 1859
Born: March 8
Died: 1932
Died: July 6
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
Edinburgh
Scotland
Today
Travel
Stirring
Skipped
Real
Poetry
Motion
Toad
Way
Tomorrow
Horizon
Poop
Always
Cities
Village
Toads
Week
Bliss
Murmured
Somebody
Glorious
Horizons
Next
Towns
Villages
Else
Sight
Jumped

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Brain against brute force - and brain came out on the top - as its bound to do.
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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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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!
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Weasels--and stoats--and foxes--and so on. They're all right in a way--I'm very good friends with them--pass the time of day when we meet, and all that--but they break out sometimes, there's no denying it, and then--well, you can't really trust them, and that's the fact.
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The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having.
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An errant May-fly swerved unsteadily athwart the current in the intoxicated fashion affected by young bloods of May-flies seeing life. A swirl of water and a 'cloop!' and the May-fly was visible no more
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