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Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.the Explorer Seeks Theundiscovered, The Traveler That Which Has Been Discovered By The Mind Working In History,the Tourist That Which Has Been Discovered By Entrepreneurship And Prepared For Him By The Arts Of Mass Publicity.if The Explorer Moves Toward The Risks Of The Formless And The Unknown, The Tourist Moves Toward The Security Of Pure Cliché. It Is Between These Two Poles That The Traveler Mediates.

-Paul Fussell

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Exploration Belongs To The

Paul Fussell

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Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.the Explorer Seeks Theundiscovered, The Traveler That Which Has Been Discovered By The Mind Working In History,the Tourist That Which Has Been Discovered By Entrepreneurship And Prepared For Him By The Arts Of Mass Publicity.if The Explorer Moves Toward The Risks Of The Formless And The Unknown, The Tourist Moves Toward The Security Of Pure Cliché. It Is Between These Two Poles That The Traveler Mediates.

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