Bill Bryson on Walking in The Road to Little Dribbling
What a joy walking is. All the cares of life, all the hopeless, inept fuckwits that God has strewn along the Bill Bryson highway of life, suddenly seem far away and harmless, and the world becomes tranquil and welcoming and good…I read once that the furthest distance the average American will walk without getting into a car is 600 feet, and I fear the modern British have become much the same, except that on the way back to the car the British will drop some litter and get a tattoo.
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