«Waking or sleeping, I dream of boats – usually of rather small boats under a slight press of sail. When I think how great a part of my life has been spent dreaming the hours away and how much of this total dream life has concerned small craft, I wonder about the state of my health, for I am told that it is not a good sign to be always voyaging into unreality, driven by imaginary breezes.
[But] If a man must be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.»
“The Sea and the Wind that Blows”, in Essays of E. B. White, Elwyn Brooks White
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