For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for
travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and
hitches of our life more clearly; to come down off this feather-bed of
civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with
cutting flints. Alas, as we get up in life, and are more preoccupied
with our affairs, even a holiday is a thing that must be worked for. To
hold a pack upon a pack-saddle against a gale out of the freezing north
is no high industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the
mind. And when the present is so exacting who can annoy himself about
the future?
Frontispiece by Walter Crane from HERE
