Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An

If Truth Is The Main Casualty In War, Ambiguity Is Another.

Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An Ironic Experience.

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

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.

Anybody Who Notices Unpleasant Facts In The Have-a-nice-day World We Live In Is Going To Be Designated A Curmudgeon.