In Barbary

CHAPTER I

I NEVER SEE A MAP BUT I’M AWAY

Beyond the East, the sunrise. Beyond the West, the sea. And East and West, the wander-thirst that will not let me be.

The wander-thirst is like the drug-habit. Once you acquire it you are done for. It will never let you rest. There is no mistaking its symptoms: a hatred of the prosaic, the routine, and the humdrum; an aversion to ...