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He Who Travels Much Has This Advantage Over Others – That The Things He Remembers Soon Become Remote, So That In A Short Time They Acquire The Vague And Poetical Quality Which Is Only Given To Other Things By Time. He Who Has Not Traveled At All Has This Disadvantage – That All His Memories Are Of Things Present Somewhere, Since The Places With Which All His Memories Are Concerned Are Present.

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He Who Travels Much

Giacomo Leopardi

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He Who Travels Much Has This Advantage Over Others – That The Things He Remembers Soon Become Remote, So That In A Short Time They Acquire The Vague And Poetical Quality Which Is Only Given To Other Things By Time. He Who Has Not Traveled At All Has This Disadvantage – That All His Memories Are Of Things Present Somewhere, Since The Places With Which All His Memories Are Concerned Are Present.

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