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Life, as the most ancient of all metaphors insists, is a journey; and >>
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. Th >>
Visits always give pleasure; if not the arrival, the departure. >>
The country of the tourist pamphlet always is another country, an embarrassing abstraction of the desirable that, thank God, does not exist on this planet, where there are always ants and bad smells and empty Coca-Cola bottles to keep the grubby finger-print of reality upon the beautiful.