[…] and must therefore swallow down Opinions, as silly People do Empiricks['] Pills, without knowing what they are made of[…]

The rod was discarded, and then, hand over hand, the prize of them all was aeroplaned to the top of the cliff.

Only this time, I knew I was going for the full ride. The only thing was that I didn't know was what kind of ride I was going on.

Apart from these few rail stations with a duka and a straggle of a few houses there was no town or village. That part of Kenya, mostly acacia bush and, further on, grassy plains with bush along the course of the few rivers, was empty of humanity […]