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304 pages, Paperback
Published November 5, 2020
And sometimes it was nothing to do with him. I wept indiscriminately at sad films, happy endings, tragic news stories and photos of other people's weddings. I was in touch not so much with my own feelings as with everyone else's, a helpless conduit for all of the emotion in the world
For an instant, I knew what I should have known all along: that riding the Transcontinental was simply something I wanted to do, rather than underpinning my entire character and worth. It meant so much less than I'd thought.
(beginning with a quote from Reinhold Messner)"I can scarcely go on. No despair, no happiness, no anxiety. I have not lost the mastery of my feelings, there are actually no more feelings. I consist only of will." Maybe that was the stage I had reached - no energy left for any thought of feeling apart from the will to go on. I went on. It was all there was to do.
(post TransCon finish) ... so his recovery would be more advanced than the rest of the men, who were draped about the benches and masonry of this small urban square like a pride of lions in the midday heat.