From: Peking to Paris by Luigi Barzini is simply a Mongolian become half-Russian. He speaks Russian, wears the same clothes as the mujiks, and a Mongolia cap and boots. He dwells in an isba; he believes in Buddha; he owes feaity to the Czar; he smokes a Chinese pipe and drinks vodka—this is Buriat. The chief difference between himself and his brother of the praries is this: that he...
We dwellers of the West love all this roughly-worked wood, all those unpolished...– Peking to Paris by Luigi Barzini
The swiftness of the motor-car gave us landscape-effects unknown to caravans. In...– Peking to Paris by Luigi Barzini
She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring.– Zelda Fitzgerald
We never knew what time of the day it was, because we did not wish to know it....– Peking to Paris by Luigi Barzini; p48.