I believe that journeys are things in themselves, each one an individual and no two alike. I think that people don’t take trips – trips take people. Some journeys are over and dead before the traveler returns. The opposite is also true: many trips continue long after movement in time and space has stopped. I remember a man who in his middle years travelled to Honolulu and back, and that journey continues for the rest of his life. We could see him in his rocking-chair on his front porch, his eyes half closed, endlessly travelling to Honolulu.
My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned. I knew exactly where and when it was over. Near Arlington at 4 o’clock on a windy afternoon my journey went away. The road became endless, the people simply moving figures with heads and no faces. All the food along the way tasted like soup, even the soup. There was no night, no day, no distance. (After J. Steinbeck)
Список слов к топикуJourneys
rocking-chair – качалка
front porch – крыльцо, веранда