Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning
his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then
on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of
whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes
of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and
weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth
below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little
house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. The Wind in the Willows Opening lines, Ch. 1.
all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be
resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 1.
is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as
simply messing about in boats. The Wind in the Willows Rat, Ch. 1.
Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the
river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side
of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and
when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still
chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories
in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at
last to the insatiable sea. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 1.
beg your pardon," said the Mole, pulling himself together
with an effort. "You must think me very rude; but all this
is so new to me. So - this - is - a - River!"
"The River," corrected the Rat. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 1.
- 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. The Wind in the Willows Rat, Ch. 1.
the Wild Wood comes the Wide World," said the Rat. "And
that's something that doesn't matter, either to you or me. I've
never been there, and I'm never going, nor you either, if you've
got any sense at all." The Wind in the Willows Ch. 1.
along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all! The Wind in the Willows Ducks Ditty by Rat, Ch. 2.
stirring sight! 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 horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my! The Wind in the Willows Toad, Ch. 2.
talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come...Toad
talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come,
while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow
moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular,
came to keep them company and listen to their talk. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 2.