" I remember the day my friend the sea decided to come to my aid and rescue me from limbo. The beach was deserted and a cold wind blew towards the land. My head lay in the lap which tied me to these shores. The whole universe floated rhythmically by, obeying impulses from my voice within, lulled by everything around. Suddenly a stronger gust of wind brought a different voice from the sea; I lifted my head in surprise, it was nothing, a false alarm. I settled my head back, returned my dreams to the caressing lap again, when I heard the sea's warning once more. Its vast discordant rythm hammered at the fortress in me and threatened its imposing serenity. We felt cold and left the beach, fleeing the perturbing presence with refused to leave me. On that small stretch of beach the sea pranced about indifferent to its eternal law and spawned the note of caution, the warning."
"The bike snorted with boredom along the long accident-free road and we snorted with fatigue."
from 'The Motorcycle Diaries: A Journey Around South America' by Ernesto 'Che' Guevara.
Thouroughly enjoying this book which is Che's diaries from about 1951. At this point, he has not evolved into the revolutionary he eventually becomes, but apparently the book reveals his early personal growth as he experiences the culture and lands of South America.
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