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Why We Travel
1.7 Why We Travel We travel initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our Newspaper will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again-to slow time down and get taken in and fall in love once more. The beauty of this whole process (how we enjoy travelling) was best described, perhaps, before people even took to frequent flying, by George Santayana in his lapidary (important/related) essay, “The Philosophy of Travel.” We “need sometimes,” the Harvard philosopher wrote, “to escape (get free from) into open solitudes (loneliness), into aimlessness (without purpose or direction:), into the moral holiday (going is tough, or could turn tough at any moment/enjoying adventurous holiday) of running some pure hazard (risk), in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled (force) to work desperately (seriously) for a moment at no matter (it is of no importance) what.” Few of us ever forget the connection (difference) between “travel” and “travail,” (painful or laborious effort) Travel in that sense guides us toward a better balance of wisdom and compassion (feeling/expectation) - of seeing the world clearly, and yet feeling it truly. For seeing without feeling can obviously (clearly) be uncaring (not feeling interest in or attaching importance to something); while feeling without seeing can be blind (lacking perception, awareness, or judgement). Yet for me the first great joy of travelling is simply the luxury of leaving all my beliefs and certainties (thoughts of the people) at home, and seeing everything I thought I knew in a different light (way/ A way of presenting or perceiving something such that it appears differently to the way it would appear by an alternative presentation or perception), and from a crooked (out of place) angle. Though it’s fashionable (representing a current popular style) nowadays to draw a distinction between the “tourist” and the “traveler,” perhaps the real distinction lies between those who leave their assumptions (a thing or thought without proof/information / धरणा) at home, and those who don’t (leave assumptions). Among those who don’t, a tourist is just someone who complains, “Nothing here is the way it is at home,” while a traveler is one who grumbles, “Everything here is the same as it is in Cairo - or Cuzco (कुज्को) or Kathmandu.” It’s all very much the same. But for the rest of us, the sovereign (sovin/ supreme/ great) freedom of travelling comes from the fact that it whirls (move) you around and turns you upside down, and stands everything you took for granted (to accept without question or objection) on its head. If a diploma can famously be a passport (to a journey through hard realism), a passport can be a diploma (for a crash course in cultural relativism (information). [One can acquire permission (passport) to travel to foreign countries for educational purposes based on her academic achievements (diploma) and travelling to foreign countries enriches one the most regarding the knowledge and wisdom of the world.] And the first lesson we learn on the road, whether we like it or not, is how provisional (temporary) and provincial (small area) are the things we imagine to be universal (must be given a great importance). We travel, then, in part just to shake up our complacencies (कम्प्लेसन्सी /आत्मसंतुष्टता/ feeling of quiet pleasure or security) by seeing all the moral and political urgencies (importance), the life-and-death dilemmas (a situation in which a difficult choice has to be made between two or more alternatives / दुविधा), that we seldom have to face at home. And we travel to fill in the gaps left by tomorrow’s headlines (to get more information which we read in the newspaper). When you drive down the streets of Port-au-Prince (the capital and most populous city of Haiti.), for example, where there is almost no paving (a surface made up of flat stones laid in a pattern) your notions of the Internet and a “one world order” grow usefully revised. Travel is the best way we have of rescuing the humanity of places, and saving them from abstraction शून्यमनस्कता (the quality of dealing with ideas rather than events) and ideology. And in the process, we also get saved from abstraction ourselves, and come to see how much we can bring to the places we visit, and how much we can become a kind of carrier pigeon (a gullible person/ messanger) - an anti-Federal Express (a major American cargo airline), if you like - in transporting back and forth (to and fro/ around) what every culture needs. I find that I always take Michael Jordan (US basketball player) posters to Kyoto(an industrial city in central Japan), and bring woven ikebana (इकेबाना / the art of Japanese flower arrangement) baskets back to California. But more significantly, we carry values and beliefs and news to the places we go, and in many parts of the world, we become walking video screens and living newspapers, the only channels that can take people out of the censored limits of their homelands. In closed or impoverished इम्पावरिश्ट (गरीब) places, like Pagan(पेगन) or Lhasa (the capital of Tibet) or Havana(the capital of Cuba,), we are the eyes and ears of the people we meet, their only contact with the world outside and, very often, the closest, quite literally, they will ever come to Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton. Not the least of the challenges of travel, therefore, is learning how to import - and export - dreams with tenderness (kindness). By now all of us have heard (too often) the old Proust प्रोस्ट (French novelist) line about how the real voyage (a long journey involving travel by sea or in space) of discovery consists not in seeing new places but in seeing
The Sign of Four
The Sign of Four Chapter II The Statement (introduction) of the Case Miss Morstan entered the room with a firm step and an outward composure of manner. She was a young lady, small, dainty, well gloved, and dressed in the most perfect taste. There was, however, a plainness and simplicity about her costume which bore with it a suggestion of limited means. The dress was a somber grayish beige, untrimmed and unbraided, and she wore a small turban of the same dull hue, relieved only by a suspicion of white feather in the side. Her face had neither regularity of feature nor beauty of complexion, but her expression was sweet and amiable, and her large blue eyes were singularly spiritual and sympathetic. In an experience of women which extends over many nations and three separate continents, I have never looked upon a face which gave a clearer promise of a refined and sensitive nature. I could not but observe that as she took the seat which Sherlock Holmes placed for her, her lip trembled, her hand quivered, and she showed every sign of intense inward agitation. “I have come to you, Mr. Holmes,” she said, “because you once enabled my employer, Mrs. Cecil Forrester, to unravel a little domestic complication. She was much impressed by your kindness and skill.” “Mrs. Cecil Forrester,” he repeated thoughtfully. “I believe that I was of some slight service to her. The case, however, as I remember it, was a very simple one.” “She did not think so. But at least you cannot say the same of mine. I can hardly imagine anything more strange, more utterly inexplicable, than the situation in which I find myself.” Holmes rubbed his hands, and his eyes glistened. He leaned forward in his chair with an expression of extraordinary concentration upon his clear-cut, hawk - like features. “State your case,” said he, in brisk, business tones. I felt that my position was an embarrassing one. “You will, I am sure, excuse me,” I said, rising from my chair. To my surprise, the young lady held up her gloved hand to detain me. “If your friend,” she said, “would be good enough to stop, he might be of inestimable service to me.” I relapsed into my chair. “Briefly,” she continued, “the facts are these. My father was an officer in an Indian regiment who sent me home when I was quite a child. My mother was dead, and I had no relative in England. I was placed, however, in a comfortable boarding establishment at Edinburgh, and there I remained until I was seventeen years of age. In the year 1878 my father, who was senior captain of his regiment, obtained twelve months’ leave and came home. He telegraphed to me from London that he had arrived all safe, and directed me to come down at once, giving the Langham Hotel as his address. His message, as I remember, was full of kindness and love. On reaching London I drove to the Langham, and was informed that Captain Morstan was staying there, but that he had gone out the night before and had not yet returned. I waited all day without news of him. That night, on the advice of the manager of the hotel, I communicated with the police, and next morning we advertised in all the papers. Our inquiries led to no result; and from that day to this no word has ever been heard of my unfortunate father. He came home with his heart full of hope, to find some peace, some comfort, and instead—” She put her hand to her throat, and a choking sob cut short the sentence. “The date?” asked Holmes, opening his note-book. “He disappeared upon the 3rd of December, 1878. —nearly ten years ago. “His luggage?” “Remained at the hotel. There was nothing in it to suggest a clue,-some clothes, some books, and a considerable number of curiosities from the Andaman Islands. He had been one of the officers in charge of the convict - guard there.” “Had he any friends in town?” “Only one that we know of,—Major Sholto, of his own regiment, the 34th Bombay Infantry. The major had retired some little time before, and lived at Upper Norwood. We communicated with him, of course, but he did not even know that his brother officer was in England.” “A singular case,” remarked Holmes. “I have not yet described to you the most singular part. About six years ago— to be exact, upon the 4th of May, 1882— an advertisement appeared in the Times asking for the address of Miss Mary Morstan and stating that it would be to her advantage to come forward. There was no name or address appended . I had at that time just entered the family of Mrs. Cecil Forrester in the capacity of governess. By her advice I published my address in the advertisement column. The same day there arrived through the post a small card-board box addressed to me, which I found to contain a very large and lustrous pearl. No word of writing was enclosed. Since then every year upon the same date there has always appeared a similar box, containing a similar pearl, without any clue as to the sender. They have been pronounced by an expert to be of a rare variety and of considerable value. You can see for yourselves that they are very handsome.” She opened a flat box as she spoke, and showed me six of the finest pearls that I had ever seen. “Your statement is most interesting,” said Sherlock Holmes. “Has anything else occurred to you?” “Yes and no later than to-day. That is why I have come to you. This morning I received this letter, which you will perhaps read for yourself.” “Thank you,” said Holmes. “The envelope too, please. Postmark, London, S.W. Date, July 7. Hum! Man’s thumb- mark on corner—probably postman. Best quality paper. Envelopes at
The Sign of Four - Tonga
Tonga Tonga is a character in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's novel "The Sign of Four." Though not a central character, Tonga plays a significant role in the story as a native of the Andaman and a loyal follower of Jonathan Small, a key antagonist in the novel. Tonga's physical appearance is described in a way that makes him stand out. He is portrayed as a small and imposing figure with distinctive features. Tonga's origin is an essential part of his character. He is a member of the Andaman Islander tribe. Tonga's role in the plot is closely tied to Jonathan Small, a former army officer who was involved in a treasure robbery in India, which serves as the central mystery of the novel. Tonga is fiercely loyal to Small and always ready in carrying out Small's plans, including the theft and hiding of the Agra treasure. One of Tonga's most significant actions in the novel is his use of a poison blowdart. He is skilled in using this weapon, and it plays a crucial role in advancing the plot. His blowdart (blowpipe) is used in a murder, adding an element of mystery and danger to the story. Tonga's character ultimately meets a tragic fate in the novel. His loyalty to Jonathan Small leads him into a deadly confrontation (fight) with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Finally he is died by Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson, who are determined to solve the mystery of the stolen treasure related to Mary Morstan. In conclusion, Tonga is a complex and enigmatic character in "The Sign of Four." While he is not a central character, his role as a loyal follower of Jonathan Small and his status as a member of the Andaman Islander tribe add depth and intrigue to the story. Tonga's actions and fate in the novel reflect the broader themes of loyalty, greed, and the consequences of criminal actions. Baker Street Irregulars The Sign of Four (Movie) Read More posts from the followings. All Projects ‘New Parliament Building "Vitamin C and Mental Wellness America Angel One refer and earn APJ Abdul Kalam applephone Chandrayaan-3 Chandrayaan-3 Mission Soft-landing LIVE Telecast change the degree Competiton-2023 Current Affairs Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar education Figures of Speech G20 summits general knowledge GK Grammar Health Heat Stroke high CPC keywords HSC HSC English board paper solution 2023 HSC paper HSC result In to the wild Interview Question iphone ISRO jee Launch of PSLV-C57/Aditya-L1 Live Vitthal MCQ - MHT-CET - PCM MHT CET Exam 2023- hall tickets moral story News for Std. XII Notes in Pdf novels NTA reinstate 75% marks criteria for engineering admission On saying please Personal Development/Self-Help. Poetic appreciation poetic creativity Question tag Report Writing rhetorical Samsung She walks In beauty shivaji-maharaj-rajyabhishek-sohala Simple compound Complex simple sentence Small Towns and Rivers Speech Writing SSC Result SSC Result 2023 sudha murty Summary Summer Camp tech technology the new dress The Sign of Four The Sign of Four - Mary Morstan Tips Wh-question whatsapp WhatsApp Updates Why we travel words Back Father Returning Home Blood Donation Camp Back English For All Back silicon valley bank The Sign of Four English For All The Sign of Four – Tonga The Sign of Four The Sign of Four – Mary Morstan The Sign of Four - Mary Morstan The Sign of Four – John Watson The Sign of Four The Sign of Four – Small English For All Pola 2023: celebration of the festival in honour of the bulls English For All new test English For All What is the G20, who belongs to it and what happens at its summits? G20 summits Launch of PSLV-C57/Aditya-L1 – LIVE Telecast ISRO, Launch of PSLV-C57/Aditya-L1 More Projects End of Content. July 2023 activity sheet Educational News--HSC Board Activity Sheet - July 2023*Expected answers/ download board paper Click here : https://arsodenglishclasses.com/paper-july-2023/ Click to contact us 9822716201 arsodyogiraj@gmail.com 4, Dewkinandan, Shinde Plots, Yavatmal. Whatsapp Us Follow Us