January 2012

“And now,” he writes as his train rolls farther into France, “I find that all the French people on board begin to grow, and all the English people begin to shrink. The French are nearing home, and shaking off a disadvantage, whereas we are shaking it on.”


… and I recognise the extremely explosive steamer in which I ascended the Mississippi when the American civil war was not, and only its causes were.

Note:  pointed comment written in 1863 but alluding to an earlier trip in 1843

If Mr Barker can be fairly said to have had any weakness in his earlier years, it was an amiable one – love, love in its most comprehensive form – a love of ladies, liquids and pocket handkerchiefs. It was no selfish feeling; it was not confined to his own possessions… (“”)

Note: A wickedly satirical description of a man who was transported twice to Australia

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

A quiet Victorian atmosphere. Jane Austen lost at the close of the
twentieth century. Mother and daughters, the sound of cutlery,
the smell of coffee which lingers around the room, (more…)

Of these streets that deepen the sunset,
There must be one (but which) that I’ve walked
Already one last time, indifferently
And without knowing it, submitting (more…)

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

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