If you’ve ever run out of reading material on the road, you’ll sympathize with W. Somerset Maugham on reading-while-traveling, circa 1922:
How precious then is the inordinate length of your book (for you are travelling light and you have limited yourself to three) and how jealously you read every word of every page so that you may delay as long as possible the dreaded moment when you must reach the end! You are mightily thankful then to the authors of long books and when you turn over their pages, reckoning how long you can make them last, you wish they were half as long again. You do not ask them for the perfect lucidity which he who runs may read. A complicated phraseology which makes it needful to read the sentence a second time to get its meaning is not unwelcome; a profusion of metaphor, giving your fancy ample play, a richness of allusion affording you the delight of recognition, are then qualities beyond price. Then if the thought is elaborate without being profound (for you have been on the road since dawn and of the forty miles of the day’s journey you have footed it more than half) you have the perfect book for the occasion. (From On a Chinese Screen)
Somewhat relatedly — I’m mystified by the dearth of Trollope novels in the used bookstores of Boulder, Colorado. I need to stock up for my return to China next week!
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