ABSTRACT
‘Glorious, stirring sight!’ murmured Toad, never offering to move. ‘The poetry of motion, the real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today – in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped – always somebody else’s horizon! O bliss! O poop poop! O my!’ (Toad of Toad Hall on seeing a motor car for the first time) (Kenneth Grahame, 1908)
