More than 100 years after its first appearance, Jerome K. Jerome's classic account of an eccentric journey up the Thames by rowboat, remains popular. The erratic progress of J. Harris, George and Montmorency the dog won immediate approval of ...
Londoners, while readers all over the world saw THREE MEN IN A BOAT as a key to the British character.
The project, which began as an attempt to promote pleasure boating, became one of the greatest comedy turns of Victorian literature -- a timeless classic to be read again and again.
"One of the happiest examples of how serendipity can transform humdrum into pure delight." (Publisher's Source)
A parte qualche passaggio noioso, uno di quei libri che leggo col sorriso fisso e, qualche volta, ridacchiando ad alta voce.Una guida da viaggio mescolata a ricordi, aneddoti storici e privati e una lingua dai tempi e dal lessico perfettamente
..."mente comici. Meravigliose le riflessioni sull'Ottocento troppo caotico, rapido e rumoroso.Continua...Nascondi
Originally published in 1889, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) by Jerome K. Jerome is still a laugh out loud funny book that reminds me of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Three friends George, Harris and the narrator J (and
..." their dog Montmorency) take a vacation down the Thames river and manage to bring into that adventure a little bit of everything about their time and place. They kept me laughing!
Read my complete review at: http://www.memoriesfrombooks.com/2015/09/three-men-in-boat-to-say-nothing-of-dog.htmlContinua...Nascondi
No he conseguido meterme en la historia en absoluto. Apenas me he enterado de lo que he leído. No sé si es a causa de la traducción o de que los chistes son muy locales, pero la cuestión es que no me he enganchado. Una pena.
The moon had sunk and left quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and in the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister - conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for
... every childish human ears to catch the sound. They awe us, these strange stars, so cold, so clear. We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not; and, standing where the echoing dome spans the long vista of the shadowy light, glance up, half hoping, half afraid to see some awful vision hovering there. And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strenght, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrow creep away, ashamed. The day have been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays her hand upon our fevered heart, and turns our little tear-stained face up to hers, and smiles, and, though she does not speak, we know that she would say, and lay our hot flushed cheek against her bosom, and the pain is gone. Sometimes, our pain is very deep and real, and we stand before her very silent, because there is no language for our pain, only a moan. Night's heart is full of pity for us: she cannot ease our aching; she takes our hand in hers, and the little world grows very small and very far beneath us, and, borne on her dark wings, we pass for a moment into a mighter Presence than her own, and in the wondrous light of that great Presence, all human life lies like a book before us, and we know that Pain and Sorrow are but the angels of God. Only those who have worn the crown of suffering can look at that wondrous light; and they, when they return, may not speak of it, or tell the mistery they know.Continua...Nascondi
[…] a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal – so
... noble-minded, so kindly hearted.Continua...Nascondi