Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.

Personally I regard idling as a virtue, but civilized society holds otherwise.

It was as if the sensory overload that is American life had somehow led to sensory deprivation, a gilded weariness, where everything is permitted and nothing appreciated.

Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.

I was simply restless, quite likely because of a dissatisfaction with the recent trajectory of my life, and if there is a better, more compelling reason for dropping everything and moving to the end of the world, I know not what it is.

Like many highly educated people, I didn't have much in the way of actual skills.

Bwenawa brought my attention to two wooden planks raised about four feet above the ground. On the ledges were lagoon fish sliced open and lying in the sun, the carcasses just visible through an enveloping blizzard of flies. "You see, " said Bwenawa. "The water dries in the sun, leaving the salt. It's kang-kang [tasty]. We call it salt fish." "Ah," I said. "In my country we call it rotten fish.