Een cadeau van Luk Vandervliet:
‘The road was pretty and flowery when the light came in, and we
gradually began to open our eyes … When I say the road, you
do not, I trust, imagine us riding along a dusty highway. I am
happy to say that we are generally the discoverers of our own
pathways. Every man his own Columbus. Sometimes we take
short cuts, which prove to be long rounds;
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier;
through valley and over stream; and this kind of journey has
something in it so independent and amusing that, with all its fatigues
and inconveniences, we find it delightful – far preferable even to
travelling in the most commodious London built carriage …’
gradually began to open our eyes … When I say the road, you
do not, I trust, imagine us riding along a dusty highway. I am
happy to say that we are generally the discoverers of our own
pathways. Every man his own Columbus. Sometimes we take
short cuts, which prove to be long rounds;
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier;
through valley and over stream; and this kind of journey has
something in it so independent and amusing that, with all its fatigues
and inconveniences, we find it delightful – far preferable even to
travelling in the most commodious London built carriage …’
-Life in Mexico: The Letters of Fanny
Calderon de la Barca (1894), geciteerd bij Harlene Anderson
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