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Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An Ironic Experience, And The Best Travellers . . . Seem To Be Those Able To Hold Two Or Three Inconsistent Ideas In Their Minds At The Same Time, Or Able To Regard Themselves As At Once Serious Persons And Clowns.

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.

There Is No Apocalypse.

The Wise Traveler Learns Not To Repeat Successes But Tries New Places All The Time.

Things Without Defense: Insects, Kittens, Small Boys.