Kit Anderson

A selection from “Jupiter’s Travels; Four Years Around The World On a Triumph” by Ted Simon

The train rattles on through beer, supper, songs, sleep, tea and English breakfast. In the oval engraved mirror of a colonial dining car I actually take notice of my face for the first time in a long while. Action has freed me from self-consciousness, and I am becoming a stranger to my own appearance. It is a very satisfying feeling. I no longer think of people seeing me as I see myself in a mirror. Instead I imagine that people can see directly into my soul. It is as though a screen between me and the world has dropped away.

If you have not been exposed to this book, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Get it. Read it. Then apply to become my friend once more. T.F.C.O.