Glorious, stirring sight! The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today - in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped - always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!
Toad, after riding in a car
for the first time
From 'The Wind in the Willows,'
by Kenneth Grahame (1908).
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