( Wednesday, May 23, 2007 )

Outside In The Gutter Looking In

Only three yards away, behind the thick glass doors of the Sunday Times lobby, was the bright and comfortable world that suited most people well enough. I could see the commissionaire, smoothly uniformed behind his desk, looking forward to a pint of beer and an evening with the telly. People in sensible light-weight suits, with interesting jobs and homes to go to, flaunted their security at me and I felt my gut scream at me to strip off this ridiculous outfit and rush back into that light and the familiar interdependence. It struck me very forcefully that if I went on with this folly I would forever after be the man outside in the gutter looking in. For a moment I was lost beyond hope, utterly defeated.
Then I turned away from all that, somehow fumbled my packages away, got on the bike and set off in the general direction of the English Channel. Within minutes the great void inside me was filled by a rush of exaltation, and in my solitary madness I started to sing.

--Ted Simon, Jupiter's Travels


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmmmmm......and the rest of the story???

11:42 AM  
Blogger the Stewart said...

You'll just have to go read the book, won't you?!

(Actually, the book is about the author's 4-year motorcycle trip around the world during the 70's -- it's really, really good.)

7:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh NO - not ANOTHER book to read???!! Well ok, if it's THAT good. But I might want to BUY my own bike and tour the world - hmmmm.....now there's a thought!

8:18 PM  

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