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Robert Edison Fulton Jr.

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    Robert Edison Fulton Jr.

    I probably did too much thinking in India. I blame it on the roads, for they were superb.

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    All of us,' he said, 'have hopes of being poet, artist, discoverer, philospoher, scientist; of possessing the attributes of all these simultaneously. Few are permitted to achieve any of them in daily life. But in travel we attain them all. Then we have our day of glory, when all our dreams come true, when we can be anything we like, as long as we like, and, when we are tired of it, pull up stakes and move on. Travel -- the solitude of the mountains, the emptiness of the desert, the delicacy of the minaret; eternal change, limitless contrast, unending variety.' (Eric Lang)

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    ...it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the Vestra each sun-up, looked toward the East and sang the Persian song: Hearken unto dawn, oh, my soul... Let good come unto the world.

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    No doubt you are wondering what you will find, out there.' The Commandant said it for me. 'Well, it would be useless for me to try and tell you. The desert tells a different story every time one ventures on it...

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    The garage man at Hanoi is my friend; the Commandant at Abu-Shamat is my friend; the men of the camel caravan in Jagdalak Pass are my friends. The best friends I have in the world.

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    What if each man learns to know all his fellow men; learns how the other fellow lies and walks and talks; learns what sort of trees and rocks and homes make up his existence?

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    What manner of people they were only books and other people could tell... and the tale was a long and gory one dating from the dim, conjectural dawn of history. But being human they were as apt to change as mother nature to remain constant.