by Zoë Pollock
After this post on travel, a reader sent along the opening to "Bitter Lemons" by Lawrence Durrell:
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will – whatever we may think. They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures – and the best of them lead us not only outwards in space, but inwards as well. Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.
For more on the art of travel, Christopher Tayler reviews To a Mountain in Tibet by the travel writer Colin Thubron. Thubron keeps his head while traveling in Siberia:
I’m not cosmophobic, I thought grumpily, I’m just English.
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