We Have Our Arts So We Won't

Touch A Scientist And You Touch A Child.

We All Are Rich And Ignore The Buried Fact Of Accumulated Wisdom.

You Grow Ravenous. You Run Fevers. You Know Exhilarations. You Can't Sleep At Night, Because Your Beast-creature Ideas Want Out And Turn You In Your Bed. It Is A Grand Way To Live.

So There You Have It, A Lifetime Of First Smelling The Books, They All Smell Wonderful, Reading The Books, Loving The Books, And Remembering The Books.

Half The Fun Of The Travel Is The Esthetic Of Lostness.