“...His letters from Korea are radically different from his earlier writing, indicating this same turning point.
They just explode with emotion. He writes page after page about tiny details of things he sees: marketplaces, shops with sliding glass doors, slate roofs, roads, thatched huts, everything.
Sometimes full of wild enthusiasm, sometimes depressed, sometimes angry, sometimes even humorous, he is like someone or some creature, that has found an exit from a cage he did not even know was around him, and is wildly roaming over the countryside visually devouring everything in sight.”
Robert Pirsig, 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'
Oh, Phaedrus...
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