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Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion.
-Paul Theroux in The Old Patagonian ExpressWhen I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked...In other words, I don't improve; in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear the disease is incurable. -John Steinbeck in Travels with Charlie
Travel was, above all, a test of memory. -Paul Theroux in The Old Patagonian Express