Three men in a boat

The novel narrates the adventures of George, Harris, Jerome and the dog Montmorency, undertaking a trip on the Thames. The book is sprinkled with comic anecdotes, but also philosophical reflections on life, the illusions that we have willingly on the world and ourselves, and the need not to load too much luxury the boat of his life. Despite the reluctance of literary critics who accuse the author a style considered too popular, the book was a great success. To meet the demand, pirated copies will even sold in the United States. Although the work has aimed to discover how pleasant the history of the Thames, it is comical anecdotes that make it successful and make the always popular book today. 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, 1889. CHAPTER I. Three invalids. Sufferings of George and Harris. A victim to one hundred and seven fatal maladies.Useful prescriptions. Cure for liver complaint in children. We agree that we are overworked, and need rest.A week on the rolling deep? George suggests the River. Montmorency lodges an objection.-Original motion carried by majority of three to one. There 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.