“My father knew our way mile by mile; by day or by night, he knew where we were. Everything that changed under our eyes, in the flying countryside, was the known world to him, the imagination to me. Each in our own way, we hungered for all this: my father and I were in no other respect or situation so congenial.” ImaginationJourneyTrainHungerCongenialityKnown World Book:On Writing Source: On Writing