'The second book I read on my cycling trip, starting in Hay, mostly read in Burford and finished back home. Another book like the Lincoln Highway as its main character was a thoroughly decent fellow despite everything life has thrown at him. The main theme (that I too away) was the question of whether an insular, solitary life surrounded by books is life wasted or life perfected. Given that i was reading it on a trip mostly designed to allow me to read and not interact with humanity that hit home somewhat. I'm no nearer the answer of course, but as I reflect back the main thing I wanted to do and that excited me about the trip was the thought of going back with Helen and the kids to revisit all the beautiful places I cycled through. I'll get to writing it up soon. . .
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