The Nomadic Alternative – Page 226
The Nomadic Alternative
Page 226
A JOURNEY IS WALKING ITSELF OUT IN US
The heavens themselves run continually round, the sun riseth and sets, the moon increaseth, stars and planets keep their constant motions, the air is still tossed by the winds, the waters ebb and flow, to their conservation no doubt, to teach us that we should ever be in motion.
Sir Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy
Imprisoned in every fat man, a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.
Cyril Connoly, Palinurus
O Public road ...
You express me better than I express myself.
You shall be more to me than my poem.
Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
La Tribu prophétique aux nouvelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrants à leurs fiers appétits
Le trésor toujours prêt des mamelles pendantes.
Charles Baudelaire, Bohémiens en Voyage
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