But since I have learnt to mix with water, let's hear what you have to say in praise of your favorite.
_J._ From water Venus was born, what more would you have?
It is the mother of Beauty, the girdle of earth, and the marriage of nations.
_S._ Without any of that high-flown poetry, it is enough, I think, that it is the great artist, turning all objects that approach it to picture.
_J._ True, no object that touches it, whether it be the cart that ploughs the wave for sea-weed, or the boat or plank that rides upon it, but is brought at once from the demesne of coarse utilities into that of picture.

All trades, all callings, become picturesque by the water's side, or on the water.

The soil, the slovenliness, is washed out of every calling by its touch.

All river-crafts, sea-crafts, are picturesque, are poetical.

Their very slang is poetry.
_M._ The reasons for that are complex.
_J._ The reason is, that there can be no plodding, groping words and motions on my water as there are on your earth.