All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel

Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience.

If the guidebook used to be critical, today it seems largely a celebratory adjunct to the publicity operations of hotels, resorts, and even countries.

If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.

I am working on a book urging the beating to death of baby whales using the dead bodies of baby seals.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel

To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.