The tourist is first of all an adventurer. The dream is of the pioneer, the explorer, the great voyager or the conquering emperor.... He leaves the security of home far behind and sets out beyond the perimeters of the known world for fame, fortune and excitement. He wants to take on the minotaur, scale the Matterhorn, discover a lost Amazonian tribe or sample the delights of a Thai brothel.... The essence of the tourist adventure is exhibited in the contours of the excitements that it provides. And these contours are best inferred from the stories that are told and re-told with animation to relatives, friends and colleagues at home. It is virtually never what has been seen that is recounted with enthusiasm. When the sites are described it is in the form of ritualized cliches: the Eiffel Tower really is a wonder--we went up it, and you get such a nice view. It is rather the personal moments of the tour, moments of near-crisis, that in retrospect were exciting: when one of the suitcases failed to arrive off the luggage chute at Frankfort Airport. Touring itself has been turned into a routine, restricting adventure to those moments when routine breaks down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[If not re-elected in 1864] then it will be my duty to so co-operate with the President elect, as to save the Union between the el...ection and the inauguration; as he will have secured his election on such ground that he can not possibly save it afterwards.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So was produced this tragedy In a far tower of ivory... Where, O young men, late in the night All you who drink light and stroke the air Come back, seeking the night, and cry To strict Rapunzel to let down her hair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Say that the men of the old black tower Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,... Their money spent, their wine gone sour, Lack nothing that a soldier needs, That all are oath-bound men; Those banners come not in.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two brea...sts are like two young roes that are twins. Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For which of you, intending to build a tower, does not first sit down and estimate the cost, to see whether he has enough to compl...ete it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »