Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An

The Simple Is Carefully Shunned By Those Who Labour To Seem What They Would Be.

Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An Ironic Experience, And The Best Travellers . . . Seem To Be Those Able To Hold Two Or Three Inconsistent Ideas In Their Minds At The Same Time, Or Able To Regard Themselves As At Once Serious Persons And Clowns.

Every War Is Ironic Because Every War Is Worse Than Expected. Every War Constitutes An Irony Of Situation Because Its Means Are So Melodramatically Disproportionate To Its Presumed Ends.

There Is No Apocalypse.

Understanding The Past Requires Pretending That You Don't Know The Present. It Requires Feeling Its Own Pressure On Your Pulses Without Any Ex Post Facto Illumination.