The Middles Cleave To Euphemisms Not Just

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.the Explorer Seeks Theundiscovered, The Traveler That Which Has Been Discovered By The Mind Working In History,the Tourist That Which Has Been Discovered By Entrepreneurship And Prepared For Him By The Arts Of Mass Publicity.if The Explorer Moves Toward The Risks Of The Formless And The Unknown, The Tourist Moves Toward The Security Of Pure Cliché. It Is Between These Two Poles That The Traveler Mediates.

The Worst Thing About War Was The Sitting Around And Wondering What You Were Doing Morally.

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.

To Get Home You Had To End The War. To End The War Was The Reason You Fought It. The Only Reason.

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