Can it really be less than a week? I'm over all the last minute worries and details, when that is what I want to escape, if only for a brief while...in the words of Hazlitt, which I stumbled upon last night..."the soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do, just as one pleases. We go on a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences; to leave ourselves behind, much more than to get rid of others. It is because I want a little breathing-space to muse on indifferent matters, that I absent myself from the town for awhile, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself...Give me the clear, blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours march to dinner..."
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