In Travels With a Donkey in the Cevennes, he
wrote: "I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's
sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life
more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and to find the
globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints. [...] To hold a pack
upon a pack-saddle against a gale out of the freezing north is no high
industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the mind. And when
the present is so exacting, who can annoy himself about the future?"
Friday, November 13, 2020
Lemonade from a lemon!
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