{"id":23903,"date":"2014-08-01T00:01:39","date_gmt":"2014-08-01T05:01:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=23903"},"modified":"2014-07-31T16:34:56","modified_gmt":"2014-07-31T21:34:56","slug":"qotd-going-swimming-at-the-beach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2014\/08\/01\/qotd-going-swimming-at-the-beach\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Going swimming at the beach"},"content":{"rendered":"

I notice that people always make gigantic arrangements for bathing when they are going anywhere near the water, but that they don\u2019t bathe much when they are there.<\/p>\n

Sea-side scene: It is the same when you go to the sea-side. I always determine \u2014 when thinking over the matter in London \u2014 that I\u2019ll get up early every morning, and go and have a dip before breakfast, and I religiously pack up a pair of drawers and a bath towel. I always get red bathing drawers. I rather fancy myself in red drawers. They suit my complexion so. But when I get to the sea I don\u2019t feel somehow that I want that early morning bathe nearly so much as I did when I was in town.<\/p>\n

On the contrary, I feel more that I want to stop in bed till the last moment, and then come down and have my breakfast. Once or twice virtue has triumphed, and I have got out at six and half-dressed myself, and have taken my drawers and towel, and stumbled dismally off. But I haven\u2019t enjoyed it. They seem to keep a specially cutting east wind, waiting for me, when I go to bathe in the early morning; and they pick out all the three-cornered stones, and put them on the top, and they sharpen up the rocks and cover the points over with a bit of sand so that I can\u2019t see them, and they take the sea and put it two miles out, so that I have to huddle myself up in my arms and hop, shivering, through six inches of water. And when I do get to the sea, it is rough and quite insulting.<\/p>\n

One huge wave catches me up and chucks me in a sitting posture, as hard as ever it can, down on to a rock which has been put there for me. And, before I\u2019ve said \u201cOh! Ugh!\u201d and found out what has gone, the wave comes back and carries me out to mid-ocean. I begin to strike out frantically for the shore, and wonder if I shall ever see home and friends again, and wish I\u2019d been kinder to my little sister when a boy (when I was a boy, I mean). Just when I have given up all hope, a wave retires and leaves me sprawling like a star-fish on the sand, and I get up and look back and find that I\u2019ve been swimming for my life in two feet of water. I hop back and dress, and crawl home, where I have to pretend I liked it.<\/p>\n

Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (to say nothing of the dog)<\/em><\/a>, 1889.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I notice that people always make gigantic arrangements for bathing when they are going anywhere near the water, but that they don\u2019t bathe much when they are there. Sea-side scene: It is the same when you go to the sea-side. I always determine \u2014 when thinking over the matter in London \u2014 that I\u2019ll get […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[57,41],"tags":[52,948],"class_list":["post-23903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humour","category-quotations","tag-absurd","tag-jkjerome"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-6dx","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23903","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23903"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23903\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23904,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23903\/revisions\/23904"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}