Stuff I've dug up.
Earlier this week, I wrote about my dislike of travel. Here's some more on the subject.
Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Self-Reliance"
TOUCHSTONE: Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.
--William Shakespeare, As You Like It (2.4.14-16)
It's oh so nice to go trav'ling
But it's so much nicer, yes it's so much nicer, to come home.
--Sammy Cahn & James Van Heusen, "It's Nice to Go Trav'ling"
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