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The Literary Cyclist: Great Bicycling Scenes in Literature
The bicycle in literature, exalted in poem and prose.
- GenresCycling
396 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
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July 9, 2012
The bicycle also is an amulet against various disorders. To see before one a forked or meandering road, a wedge-towered Norman church in the valley, to explore the frangrance of lanes like green tunnels, to hear the whispering hum beneath you and the rasp of scythes in a hayfield, all this might well be homeopathic against passion, for it is a passion itself.
Feigned fact is frail fantasy.
The world lies right beyond the handlebars of any bicycle.
A bicyclist's divagations are only exceeded by his prevarications.
"There's a lot of uphill about a bicycle tour," said he, "and the wind is against you."
One must take a little rough with one's smooth.
What better than to hire bicycles, disappear with her along the road, way out of sight and around the corner, whisked!
"And where is it all now?" mused Ganin. "Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my bicycle with the low handlebars and the big gear? It seems there's a law which says that nothing ever vanishes, that matter is indestructible; therefore the chips from my skittles and the spokes of my bicycle still exist somewhere to this day. The pity of it is that I'll never find them again--never."
Contemplation bakes no loaves.
Feigned fact is frail fantasy.
The world lies right beyond the handlebars of any bicycle.
A bicyclist's divagations are only exceeded by his prevarications.
"There's a lot of uphill about a bicycle tour," said he, "and the wind is against you."
One must take a little rough with one's smooth.
What better than to hire bicycles, disappear with her along the road, way out of sight and around the corner, whisked!
"And where is it all now?" mused Ganin. "Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my bicycle with the low handlebars and the big gear? It seems there's a law which says that nothing ever vanishes, that matter is indestructible; therefore the chips from my skittles and the spokes of my bicycle still exist somewhere to this day. The pity of it is that I'll never find them again--never."
Contemplation bakes no loaves.
May 2, 2020
Often engaging and sometimes humorous, but frequently boring.
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