My own journey started
long before I left, and was over
before I returned.
I know exactly where
and when it was over.
Near Abingdon, in
the dog-leg of Virginia, at
four o’clock of a windy afternoon,
without warning or good-by
or kiss my foot, my journey went away and
left me stranded far from home.
I tried to call it back, to catch it up—
a foolish and hopeless matter,
because it was definitely
and permanently over and finished.
-- John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley in Search of America
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