It seemed a grim, very cold morning, so I was struck by a passage about a summer river, described by George Kennan, the Cold War diplomat. Pondering Russia's future while on the banks of a Siberian river, the Ob, he wrote, "little boys poked along the shore in a leaky old row boat as boys will do everywhere. ... And probably, regardless of what marvels had or had not been constructed on shore, for countless summers little boys would continue to find leaky old boats and to pole their way up and down the stream..., shouting and splashing, cutting their feet on the rocks, and making astounding discoveries about the nature of rivers and the contents of river bottoms."
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