When last week I wrote that I had nothing to do, some readers were under the impression that I was “bored”. Not so! Although I did say that I was frustrated. But what was on my mind last week, aside from the various things I could have been doing but did not seem especially urgent, was the passage from A.A. Milne’s “The House at Pooh Corner”. My sister B knew it. As can be expected of a Myers. \ud83d\ude42 So for all the rest of you un-literary types:<\/p>\n
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\n[pg. 172]
\n\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d said Pooh, hurrying after him, and wondering whether it was to be an Explore or a What-shall-I-do-about-you-know-what.
\n\t\u201cNowhere,\u201d said Christopher Robin.
\n\tSo they began going there, and after they had walked a little way Christopher Robin said:
\n\t\u201cWhat do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?\u201d
\n\t\u201cWell,\u201d said Pooh, \u201cWhat I like best\u2014\u201c and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn\u2019t know what it was called. And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, \u201cWhat I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You\u2026<\/p>\n\u201cI like that too,\u201d said Christopher Robin, \u201cbut what I like doing best is Nothing.\u201d
\n\t\u201cHow do you do Nothing?\u201d asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
\n\t\u201cWell, it\u2019s when people call out at you just as you\u2019re going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.\u201d
\n\t\u201cOh, I see,\u201d said Pooh.<\/p>\n[pg. 173]
\nThey walked on, thinking of This and That, and by-and-by they came to an enchanted place on the very top of the Forest called Galleons Lap, which is sixty-something trees in a circle; and Christopher Robin knew that it was enchanted because nobody had ever been able to count whether it was sixty-three or sixty-four, not even when he tied a piece of string round each tree after he had counted it. Being enchanted, its floor was not like the floor of the Forest, gorse and bracken and heather, but close-set grass, quiet and smooth and green. It was the only place in the Forest where you could sit down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once and looking for somewhere else. Sitting there they could see the whole world spread out until it reached the sky, and whatever there was all the world over was with them in Galleons Lap.<\/p>\nSuddenly Christopher Robin began to tell Pooh about some of the things: People called Kings and Queens and something called Factors, and a place called Europe, and an island in the middle of the sea where no ships came, and how you make a Suction Pump (if you want to), and when Knights were Knighted, and what comes from Brazil. And Pooh, his back against one of the sixty-something trees and his paws folded in front of him, said “Oh!” and “I didn’t know,” and thought how wonderful it would be to have a Real Brain which could tell you things. And by-and-by Christopher Robin came to an end of the things, and was silent, and he sat there looking out over the world, and wishing it wouldn’t stop.<\/p>\n
But Pooh was thinking too, and he said suddenly to Christopher Robin:
\n “Is it a very Grand thing to be an Afternoon, what you said?”
\n “A what?” said Christopher Robin lazily, as he listened to something else.
\n “On a horse,” explained Pooh.
\n “A Knight?”
\n “Oh, was that it?” said Pooh. “I thought it was a– Is it as Grand as a King and Factors and all the other things you said?”
\n “Well, it’s not as grand as a King,” said Christopher Robin, and then, as Pooh seemed disappointed, he added quickly, “but it’s grander than Factors.”
\n “Could a Bear be one?”
\n “Of course he could!” said Christopher Robin. “I’ll make you one.” And he took a stick and touched Pooh on the shoulder, and said, “Rise, Sir Pooh de Bear, most faithful of all my Knights.”
\n So Pooh rose and sat down and said “Thank you,” which is a proper thing to say when you have been made a Knight, and he went into a dream again, in which he and Sir Pump and Sir Brazil and Factors lived together with a horse, and were faithful Knights (all except Factors, who looked after the horse) to Good King Christopher Robin . . . and every now and then he shook his head, and said to himself, “I’m not getting it right.” Then he began to think of all the things Christopher Robin would want to tell him when he came back from wherever he was going to, and how muddling it would be for a Bear of Very Little Brain to try and get them right in his mind.
\n “So, perhaps,” he said sadly to himself, “Christopher Robin won’t tell me any more,” and he wondered if being a Faithful Knight meant that you just went on being faithful without being told things.<\/p>\nThen, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hands, called out \u201cPooh!\u201d
\n\t\u201cYes?\u201d said Pooh.
\n\t\u201cWhen I\u2019m\u2014when\u2014Pooh!\u201d
\n\u201cYes, Christopher Robin?\u201d
\n\t\u201cI\u2019m not going to do Nothing any more.\u201d
\n\t\u201cNever again?\u201d
\n\t\u201cWell, not so much. They don\u2019t let you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nA.A. Milne.
\nThe House at Pooh Corner
\nMcLellan and Sterwart, 1928<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"When last week I wrote that I had nothing to do, some readers were under the impression that I was “bored”. Not so! Although I did say that I was frustrated. But what was on my mind last week, aside … Continue reading