Three Men In A Boat. Please note: This Forgotten Futures e- text has been scanned and formatted from the second (1. British edition. Illustrations were apparently new plates made from the drawings for the original edition. They have been put into the text, as closely as possible to the way they were placed in the original volume; if extreme combinations of screen and font size are used it is possible that text and/or pictures will overlap.
The accuracy of the text below is NOT guaranteed, since OCR and editing errors may remain. Many of the pictures have been edited to remove marks and other defects, such as type showing through from other pages; it is possible that some detail has been lost in the editing process. Illustrations were scanned at 1. DPI; to reduce file size and downloading time some were resampled to 1. DPI or 7. 5 DPI for this on- line version. The next release of the Forgotten Futures CD- ROM will include all illustrations at 1. DPITHREE MEN IN A BOAT(TO SAY NOTHING OF THE DOG). Jerome K. Jerome. AUTHOR OF. "IDLE THOUGHTS OF AN IDLE FELLOW". STAGE LAND", ETC. Illustrations by A. Frederics. Chapters. I. - - II. - - III. The inflatable Titanic slide is a themed fair slide shaped like the sinking Titanic. People slide off its deck, just like it happened when the real Titanic.IV. - - V. - - VI. VII. - - VIII. - - IX. X. - - XI. - - XII. XIII. - - XIV. - - XV. XVI. - - XVII. - - XVIII. XIX. PUBLISHER'S ADVERTISEMENT. IT may not, perhaps, be out of place in this new edition of Three Men in a Boat to place before its readers the enormous hold it has upon the reading public in Great Britain and her colonies. Originally published in August, 1. Adding to this the 5,0. It is remarkable that during this period there has been only one edition, and this published at the price of 3s. It is not as though, as is too often the case with an ordinary novel, an enormous sale took place during a few months and then ceased, inasmuch as in the present case there has been, and still is, a constant and steady sale year after year. The present opportunity has been taken to re- set in new type the letterpress, and to re- engrave (from the originals) the whole of the drawings. The publisher trusts that Three Men in. Boat, appealing as it does so much to human nature both in its pathos and its humour, will still continue its pleasant voyage, and find new friends. BRISTOL, March, 1. AUTHOR'S ADVERTISEMENT. My Publisher suggests my adding a few lines to his. IT may not, perhaps, be out of place in this new edition of Three Men in a Boat to place before its readers the enormous hold it has upon the reading public in Great. Whether you need a Captain for your Personal Yacht Full time, Part time, or maybe a one time trip, Commercial Vessel Captain, Charter Fishing, SCUBA Diving, a Boat. You May Also Like. How to Use a Bilge Pump on a Boat. How to Use a Bilge Pump on a Boat. How Does a Bilge Pump Work? What Is a Bilge on a. How to Troubleshoot a. To refuse to do so, under the circumstances, might appear surly. The world has been very kind to this book. Mr. Arrowsmith speaks only of its sales in Great Britain. In Chicago, I was assured by an enterprising pirate now retired, that the sales throughout the United States had exceeded a million; and although, in consequence of its having been published before the Copyright Convention, this has brought me no material advantage, the fame and popularity it has won for me among the American public is an asset not to be despised. It has been translated into, I think, every European language except Arabian, also into some of those of Asia. It has brought me many thousands of letters from young folk, from old folk; from well folk, from sick folk; from merry folk, from sad folk. They have come to me from all parts of the world, from men and women of all countries. Had these letters been the only result I should feel glad and proud that I had written the book. I retain a few blackened pages of one copy sent me by a young colonial officer from South Africa. They were taken from the knapsack of a dead comrade found on Spion Kop. So much for testimonials. It remains only to explain the merits justifying such an extraordinary success. I am quite unable to do so. I have written books that have appeared to me more clever, books that have appeared to me more humorous. But it is as the author of Three Men in a Boat (to say nothing of the Dog) that the public persists in remembering me. Certain writers used to suggest that it was the vulgarity of the book, its entire absence of humour, that accounted for its success with the people; but one feels by this time that such suggestion does not solve the riddle. Bad art may succeed for a time and with a limited public; it does not go on extending its circle throughout twenty years. I have come to the conclusion that, be the explanation what it mav, I can take credit to myself for having written this book. That is, if I did write it. For really I hardly remember doing so. I remember only feeling very young and absurdly pleased with myself for reasons that concern only myself. It was summer time, and London is so beautiful in summer. It lay beneath my window a fairy city veiled in golden mist, for I worked in a room high up above the chimney- pots; and at night the lights shone far beneath me, so that I looked down as into an Aladdin's cave of jewels. It was during those summer months I wrote this book; it seemed the only thing to do. PREFACE. The chief beauty of this book lies not, so much in its literary style, or in the extent and usefulness of the information it conveys, as in its simple truthfulness. Its pages form the record of events that really happened. All that has been done is to colour them; and, for this, no extra charge has been made. George and Harris and Montmorency are not Poetic ideals, but things of flesh and blood - especially George, who weighs about twelve stone. Other works may excel this in depth of thought and knowledge of human nature : other books may rival it in originality and size; but, for hopeless and incurable veracity, nothing yet discovered can surpass it. This, more than all its other charms, will, it is felt, make the volume precious in the eye of the earnest reader ; and will lend additional weight to the lesson that the story teaches. LONDON, August, 1. HERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were - bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course. We were all feeling seedy, and we were getting quite nervous about it. Harris said he felt such extraordinary fits of giddiness come over him at times, that he hardly knew what he was doing; and then George said that he had fits of giddiness too, and hardly knew what he was doing. With me, it was my liver that was out of order. I knew it was my liver that was out of order, because I had just been reading a patent liver- pill circular, in which were detailed the various symptoms by which a man could tell when his liver was out of order. I had them all. It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt. I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch - hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into - some fearful, devastating scourge, I know - and, before I had glanced half down the list of "premonitory symptoms," it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it. I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever - read the symptoms - discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it - wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus's Dance - found, as I expected, that I had that too, - began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically - read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty- six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee. I felt rather hurt about this at first; it seemed somehow to be a sort of slight. Why hadn't I got housemaid's knee? Why this invidious reservation? After a while, however, less grasping feelings prevailed. I reflected that I had every other known malady in the pharmacology, and I grew less selfish, and determined to do without housemaid's knee. Gout, in its most malignant stage, it would appear, had seized me without my being aware of it; and zymosis I had evidently been suffering with from boyhood. There were no more diseases after zymosis, so I concluded there was nothing else the matter with me. I sat and pondered. I thought what an interesting case I must be from a. I should be to a class! Students would have no need to "walk the hospitals," if they had me. I was a hospital in myself. All they need do would be to walk round me, and, after that, take their diploma. Then I wondered how long I had to live. I tried to examine myself. I felt my pulse. I could not at first feel any pulse at all. Then, all of a sudden, it seemed to start off. I pulled out my watch and timed it. I made it a hundred and forty- seven to the minute. I tried to feel my heart. I could not feel my heart. It had stopped beating. I have since been induced to come to the opinion that it must have been there all the time, and must have been beating, but I cannot account for it. I patted myself all over my front, from what I call my waist up to my head, and I went a bit round each side, and a little way up the back. But I could not feel or hear anything. I tried to look at my tongue. I stuck it out as far as ever it would go, and I shut one eye, and tried to examine it with the other. I could only see the tip, and the only thing that I could gain from that was to feel more certain than before that I had scarlet fever. Gondola of the Sinking City - Store• Connect canal pieces together to make a loop. Place Canal Entrances in locations where you want the Gondola to make stops. Place a Gondola on one of the Canal Entrance pieces. Queue up romantic interactions for your Sims when they find a secluded enough location!
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