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Travel At Its Truest Is Thus An Ironic Experience.

Travelers Learn Not Just Foreign Customs And Curious Cuisines And Unfamiliar Beliefs And Novel Forms Of Government. They Learn, If They Are Lucky, Humility.

The Past Is Not The Present: Pretending It Is Corrupts Art And Thus Both Rots The Mind And Shrivels The Imagination And Conscience.

I Find Nothing More Depressing Than Optimism.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.