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...

…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...

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

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...

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...

…all the disadvantages of good roads: high speed, and almost total lack of that inspiring factor in travel — the welcoming hand of the interested stranger.

But wherever there is man, there must be some sort of route

In London it had seemed impossible to travel without the proper evening clothes. One could see an invitation arriving for an Embassy ball or something. But on the other side of Europe with the first...