I was glad to be here, not inert in my bed, but out in the air, a small unroofed presence in the world, sticking up like a single hair on the world’s skin, feeling the atmosphere as a reality around me, and, because of that, somehow deriving reality and substance of my own.
pg. 17  The Sea a Man and a Ship by Adam Nicolson

It is often said that a man’s boat is an extension of himself, but that is not quite true. A man’s boat is more an instrument by which his self is exposed.
ibid. pg. 19


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