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Travel Is Like Adultery: One Is Always Tempted To Be Unfaithful To One's Own Country. To Have Imagination Is Inevitably To Be Dissatisfied With Where You Live. There Is In Men, As Peter Quennell Said, "a Centrifugal Tendency." In Our Wanderlust, We Are Lovers Looking For Consummation.

The Contents Of Someone's Bookcase Are Part Of His History, Like An Ancestral Portrait.

Two People Making Love, She Once Said, Are Like One Drowned Person Resuscitating The Other.

I Feel About Lending A Book The Way Most Fathers Feel About Their Daughters Living With A Man Out Of Wedlock.

The Epic Implications Of Being Human End In More Than This: We Start Our Lives As If They Were Momentous Stories, With A Beginning, A Middle And An Appropriate End, Only To Find That They Are Mostly Middles.