All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving One's Youth Behind Is Thus Implicit In Every Joyous Moment Of Travel: One Knows That The First Joy Can Never Be Recovered, And The Wise Traveller Learns Not To Repeat Successes But Tries New Places All The Time.

-Paul Fussell

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All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving

Paul Fussell

All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving One's Youth Behind Is Thus Implicit In Every Joyous Moment Of Travel: One Knows That The First Joy Can Never Be Recovered, And The Wise Traveller Learns Not To Repeat Successes But Tries New Places All The Time.

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Wise

Travel

Joy

Today The Somme Is A Peaceful But Sullen Place, Unforgetting And Unforgiving. ... To Wander Now Over The Fields Destined To Extrude Their Rusty Metal Fragments For Centuries Is To Appreciate In The Most Intimate Way The Permanent Reverberations Of July, 1916. When The Air Is Damp You Can Smell Rusted Iron Everywhere, Even Though You See Only Wheat And Barley.

July

Air

Iron