Pleasure of travelling

Reading Frédéric Gros’s wonderful The Philosophy of Walking on the train. (Ok, I accept the rebuke for the oddity of that sentence but I really don’t have time to walk 100 miles there and back today).

Rousseau, he says, walked long distances as a young man, but then went everywhere in his barouche (read BMW 5 series). “…gnawing cares , perplexities, and discomfort got in with me, and from that moment, instead of feeling, as before, nothing but the pleasure of travelling, my only anxiety was to reach the end of my journey.”

Precisely. The exact difference between car and bicycle.

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