Kindle Notes & Highlights
We don’t have to circle the world in order to find beauty and fulfilment. After all, most of living has to happen in the mind. And, to quote one anonymous sage from my trivet, ‘The world is only the size of each man’s head.’
I think my father was right when he said handwriting was often the key to a man’s character, and that large well-formed letters went with an uncluttered mind.
He was talking to himself, repeating a passage from one of his stories. ‘And the last puff of the day wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp woodsmoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps into the blood of a man, that man will at the last, forgetting all else, return to the hills to die.’
