'L'appetit vient en mangeant,' says the French proverb, and I find that the more I see of the world the more I want to see.

Now that I am in the shafts, why shouldn't I trot to the end of the course?
Sometimes I think of the far East, and keep rolling the names of Eastern cities under my tongue: Damascus and Bagdad, Medina and Mecca.

I spent a week last month in the company of a returned missionary, who told me I ought to be ashamed to be loafing about Europe when there are such big things to be seen out there.

I do want to explore, but I think I would rather explore over in the Rue de l'Universite.

Do you ever hear from that pretty lady?
If you can get her to promise she will be at home the next time I call, I will go back to Paris straight.