"One of the purest joys in the world was sailing a small, well-conceived, weatherly boat: the purest form of sailing too, with the sheet alive in one hand, the tiller wuivering under the crook of one's knee, and the boat's instant response to the movement of either, and to the roll and the breexe,...a subtle delight in gliding over smooth water, coazing every ounce of thrust from what light air there was: an infinitely varied joy."