I cannot stress enough the perils of your friends marrying or becoming court inventors. One day you are all a society of outlaws, adventurous comrades and companions who will be pushing off somewhere or other when things become tiresome; you have all the world to choose from, just by looking at the map… And then, suddenly, they’re not interested anymore. They want to keep warm. They’re afraid of the rain. Furthermore, they start collecting big things that can’t fit in a rucksack. Furthermore, they talk only of small things. Furthermore, they don’t like to make sudden decisions and do something contrariwise. Formerly they hoisted sail; now they carpenter little shelves for porcelain mugs.

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