An extract from the wonderfully comic Three Men in a Boat, by Jerome K. Jerome. The following concerns the three men in preparation for their boat trip, and how they will go about creating their list of necessaries for their voyage. Itās brilliantly humourous and self-aware, and brings the poor Uncle Podger into comic relief.Ā
So, on the following evening, we again assembled, to discuss and arrange out plans. Harris said:Ā
āNow, the first thing to settle is what to take with us. Now, you get a bit of paper and write down, J., and you get the grocery catalogue, George, and somebody give me a bit of pencil, and then Iāll make the list.ā
Thatās Harris all over, so ready to take the burden of everything himself, and put it on the backs of other people.Ā
He always reminds me of my poor Uncle Podger. You never saw such a commotion up and down a house in all your life, as when my Uncle Podger undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the frame-makerās and be standing in the dining-room, waiting to be put up; and Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger would say:Ā
'Oh, you leave that to me. Donāt you, any of you, worry yourselves about that. Iāll do all that.ā
And then he would take off his coat, and begin. He would send the girl out for sixpenn'orth of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell her what size to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and start the whole house.Ā
'Now you go and get me my hammer, Will,ā he would shout; 'and bring me the rule, Tom; and I shall want the step-ladder, and I had better have a kitchen chair, too; and Jim! you run round Mr Goggles, and tell him, āPaās kind regards and hopes his legās better; and will he lend him his spirit-level?ā And donāt you go, Maria, because I shall want someone to hold me the light; and when the girl comes back she must go out again for a bit of picture-cord; and Tom ! - whereās Tom? - Tom, you come here; I shall want you to hand me up the picture.'Ā
And then he would lift up the picture, and drop it, and it would come out of the frame, and he would try to save the glass, and cut himself; and then he would spring round the room, looking for his handkerchief. He could not find his handkerchief, because it was in the pocket of the coat he had taken off, and he did not know where he had put the coat, and all the house had to leave off looking for his tools, and start looking for his coat; while he would dance round and hinder them.
'Doesnāt anybody in the whole house know where my coat is? I never came across such a set in all my life - upon my word I didnāt. Six of you ! - and you canāt find a coat that I put down five minutes ago ! Well, of all the - ā
Then heād get up, and find that he had been sitting on it, and would call out:
'Oh, you can give it up ! Iāve found it myself now. Might just as well ask the cat to find anything as except you people to find it.ā
And when half and hour had been spent in tying up his finger, and a new glass had been got, and the tools, and the ladder, and the chair, and the candle had been brought, he would have another go, the whole family, including the girl, and the charwoman, standing round in a semi-circle, ready to help. Two people would have to hold the chair, and a third would help him up on it, and hold him there, and a fourth would hand him a nail, and a fifth would pass him up the hammer, and he would take hold of the nail, and drop it.Ā
'There !ā he would say, in an injured tone, 'now the nailās gone.ā
And we would all have to go down on our knees and grovel for it, while he would stand on the chair, and grunt, and want to know if he was to be kept there all the evening.Ā
The nail would be found at last, but by that time he would have lost the hammer.Ā
'Whereās the hammer ? What did I do with the hammer ? Great heavens ! Seven of you, gaping round there, and you donāt know what I did with the hammer!ā
We would find the hammer for him, and then he would have lost sight of the mark he had made on the wall, where the nail was to go in, and each of us had to get up on the chair beside him, and see if we could find it; and we would each discover it in a different place, and he would call us all fools, one after another, and tell us to get down. And he would take the rule, and remeasure, and find that he wanted half thirty-one and three-eighths inches from the corner and would try to do it in his head, and go mad.Ā
And we would all try to do it in our heads, and all arrive at different results, and sneer at one another. And in the general row, the original number would be forgotten, and Uncle Podger would have to measure it again.Ā
He would use a bit of string this time, and at the critical moment, when the old fool was leaning over the chair at an angle of forty-five, and trying to reach a point three inches Ā beyond what was possible for him to reach, the string would slip, and down he would slide on to the piano, a really fine musical effect being produced by the suddenness with which his head and body struck all the notes at the same time.Ā
And Aunt Maria would say that she would not allow the children to stand round and hear such language.Ā
At last, Uncle Podger would get the spot fixed again, and put the point of the nail on it with his left hand, and take the hammer in his right hand. And, with the first blow, he would smash his thumb, and drop the hammer, with a yell, on somebodyās toes.Ā
Aunt Maria would mildly observe that, next time Uncle Podger was going to hammer a nail into the wall, she hoped heād let her know in time, so that she could make arrangements to go and spend a week with her mother while it was being done.Ā
'Oh ! you women, you make such a fuss over everything,ā Uncle Podger would reply, picking himself up. 'Why, I likeĀ doing a little job of this sort.'Ā
And then he would have another try, and, at the second blow, the nail would go clean through the plaster, and half the hammer after it, and Uncle Podger be precipitated against the wall with force nearly sufficient to flatten his nose.Ā
Then we had to find the rule and the string again, and a new hole was made; and, about midnight, the picture would be up - very crooked and insecure, the wall for yards round looking as if it had been smoothed down with a rake, and everybody dead beat and wretched - except Uncle Podger.
'There you are,ā he would say, stepping heavily off the chair on to the charwomanās corns, and surveying the mess he had made with evident pride. 'Why, some people would have had a man in to do a little thing like that!ā.
Harris will be just that sort of man when he grows up, I know, and I told him so. I said I could not permit him to take so much labour upon himself. I said:
'No, you get the paper, and the pencil, and the catalogue, and George write down, and Iāll do the work.ā
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