What's our need for pictures of the famous? Not only do we think we know them, we think we know what makes them tick, which makes us want to tick as they do.
This is the beauty of cycling - the rhythm puts serious activity in the brain to sleep: it creates a void. Random thoughts enter that void - the chorus from a song, a verse of poetry, a detail in the countryside, a joke, the answer to something that vexed me long ago.
Always doing what you are told doesn't mean you'll succeed in life
Traveling by bicycle is, actually, my personal antidote to a good deal of life's irreconcilable vexatiousness. It is, after all, a simple thing to succeed at - not simple in the sense of easy (it's not) but simple in the sense of uncomplicated. However far you go, your achievement is measurable and unequivocal. You make an enormous effort, you worry about all sorts of things, you strain and sweat, you self-examine, self-aggrandise, and self-loathe, you exult, you despair, you exult again and despair again, but at the end of the day, at the end of the journey, you've arrived at a destination or you haven't. What a relief from life's more common challenges - family, work, love - and their irreducible ambiguities. There's an hour or so at the end of each day, when I swing my leg out of the saddle ... during which I feel indisputably worthy as a human being, someone who has spent the day profitably and deserves happiness.
There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method
Why is man alone subject to becoming an imbecile?
tis a very great Fault to regard rather who it is that Speaks, than what is Spoken; and ... to submit to Authority, when we should only yield to Reason.
People by being forbid are only excited to a more curious enquiry.
No greater mistake can be made than to imagine that what has been written latest is always the more correct; that what is written later on is an improvement on what was written previously; and that every change means progress.
Everything is possible when one is drunk