William Wordsworth was said to have walked 180,000 miles in his lifetime. Charles Dickens captured the ecstasy of near-madness and insomnia in the essay "Night Walks" and once said, "The sum of the whole is this: Walk and be happy; Walk and be healthy." Robert Louis Stevenson wrote of "the great fellowship of the Open Road" and the "brief but priceless meetings which only trampers know." Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche said, "Only those thoughts that come by walking have any value." More recently, writers who knew the benefits of striking out excoriated the apathetic public, over and over again, for its laziness. "Of course, people still walk," wrote a journalist in Saturday Night magazine in 1912. "That is, they shuffle along on their own pins from the door to the street car or taxi-cab…. But real walking … is as extinct as the dodo." "They say they haven't time to walk-and wait fifteen minutes for a bus to carry them an eighth of a mile," wrote Edmund Lester Pearson in 1925. "They pretend that they are rushed, very busy, very energetic; the fact is, they are lazy. A few quaint persons-boys chiefly-ride bicycles.
( Ben Montgomery )
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