Goethe on being boatless
 

Full lunar light, that you might stare
the last time now, on my despair!
How often I've been waking here
at my old desk, till you appeared.

And over papers, notes, and books,
I've caught, my gloomy friend, your looks.
But oh, that on some vessel's flight
To wake and find your lovely light.

And float with spirits near island beaches,
weave in twilight, race on reaches,
cast dusty knowledge overboard,
and bathe in dew, until restored.

Still this old dungeon, still a mole!
cursed be this moldy walled in hole
where heaven's lovely light must pass
and lose its luster through dirt stained glass

Confined with books, and every tome
is gnawed by worms, covered with dust,
and on the walls, up to the dome,
a smoky paper, spots of rust;

Enclosed by tubes and jars that breed
more dust, by instruments and soot,
ancestral furniture to boot-
that is your world, a world indeed!

And need you ask why in my breast
my cramped heart throbs so anxiously?
Life's every stirring is oppressed
by this unfathomed agony?

Instead of living nature which
God made man for, with holy breath,
must stifles you and every niche
holds skulls and skeletons and death.

You need to get out for awhile, scout....

"Scout" wrote in message
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Full lunar light, that you might stare
the last time now, on my despair!
How often I've been waking here
at my old desk, till you appeared.

And over papers, notes, and books,
I've caught, my gloomy friend, your looks.
But oh, that on some vessel's flight
To wake and find your lovely light.

And float with spirits near island beaches,
weave in twilight, race on reaches,
cast dusty knowledge overboard,
and bathe in dew, until restored.

Still this old dungeon, still a mole!
cursed be this moldy walled in hole
where heaven's lovely light must pass
and lose its luster through dirt stained glass

Confined with books, and every tome
is gnawed by worms, covered with dust,
and on the walls, up to the dome,
a smoky paper, spots of rust;

Enclosed by tubes and jars that breed
more dust, by instruments and soot,
ancestral furniture to boot-
that is your world, a world indeed!

And need you ask why in my breast
my cramped heart throbs so anxiously?
Life's every stirring is oppressed
by this unfathomed agony?

Instead of living nature which
God made man for, with holy breath,
must stifles you and every niche
holds skulls and skeletons and death.

Poor Scout. If it helps any, you can come down and buff my hull.

Scotty

"Scout" wrote in message
...
Full lunar light, that you might stare
the last time now, on my despair!
How often I've been waking here
at my old desk, till you appeared.

And over papers, notes, and books,
I've caught, my gloomy friend, your looks.
But oh, that on some vessel's flight
To wake and find your lovely light.

And float with spirits near island beaches,
weave in twilight, race on reaches,
cast dusty knowledge overboard,
and bathe in dew, until restored.

Still this old dungeon, still a mole!
cursed be this moldy walled in hole
where heaven's lovely light must pass
and lose its luster through dirt stained glass

Confined with books, and every tome
is gnawed by worms, covered with dust,
and on the walls, up to the dome,
a smoky paper, spots of rust;

Enclosed by tubes and jars that breed
more dust, by instruments and soot,
ancestral furniture to boot-
that is your world, a world indeed!

And need you ask why in my breast
my cramped heart throbs so anxiously?
Life's every stirring is oppressed
by this unfathomed agony?

Instead of living nature which
God made man for, with holy breath,
must stifles you and every niche
holds skulls and skeletons and death.

"katysails" wrote
news.ops.worldnet.att.net...
You need to get out for awhile, scout....

judge says no chance for parole

good, then you'll have time to re caulk and paint.


"Scout" wrote in message
...
my grinder has only one speed, so it won't take long to get it down
to bare
wood.


"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
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Poor Scout. If it helps any, you can come down and buff my hull.

for just a little more I can add on to yr cabin. I've got the tools out
already.

"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...
good, then you'll have time to re caulk and paint.


"Scout" wrote in message
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my grinder has only one speed, so it won't take long to get it down
to bare
wood.


"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
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Poor Scout. If it helps any, you can come down and buff my hull.

No thanks, I really don't need a cabin boy.

Scotty

"Scout" wrote in message
...
for just a little more I can add on to yr cabin. I've got the tools
out
already.

"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...
good, then you'll have time to re caulk and paint.


"Scout" wrote in message

...
my grinder has only one speed, so it won't take long to get it
down
to bare
wood.


"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...
Poor Scout. If it helps any, you can come down and buff my
hull.

I was thinking more like a captain, possibly navigator.
Scout

"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
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No thanks, I really don't need a cabin boy.

Scotty

"Scout" wrote in message
...
for just a little more I can add on to yr cabin. I've got the tools
out
already.

"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...
good, then you'll have time to re caulk and paint.


"Scout" wrote in message

...
my grinder has only one speed, so it won't take long to get it
down
to bare
wood.


"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
...
Poor Scout. If it helps any, you can come down and buff my
hull.

Scout wrote:
for just a little more I can add on to yr cabin. I've got the tools out
already.

Remember that discussion of sawing a boat in half and lengthening it?

I think it would be a nice Christmas gift to Scotty to turn his S30 into
a 35 or 36. I've got some spare fiberglass in the garage...

DSK

funny you mention that, Today I saw a small 13 foot sailboat that had 4
foot cut off the stern, bullwarks put in... and the boat latched back
together. The guy said he did it because it was to long to hang on the
davits of his Choy Lee. Pretty good ideal.

Joe