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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.

Travelers Learn Not Just Foreign Customs And Curious Cuisines And Unfamiliar Beliefs And Novel Forms Of Government. They Learn, If They Are Lucky, Humility.

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

"those Who Fought Know A Secret About Themselves, And It Is Not Very Nice." ... They Have Experienced Secretly And Privately Their Natural Human Impulse Toward Sadism And Brutality... Not Merely Did I Learn To Kill With A Noose Of Piano Wire Put Around Somebody's Neck From Behind, But I Learned To Enjoy The Prospect Of Killing That Way.

If The Term Discussion Has Always Seemed To Me To Imply Mild Warnings Of Wasted Time, Workshop Sets Off A Clangorous Alarm.