Much of the material in this book is drawn from previous work and dropped into place here to make a record of his wanderings in search of experience, emotion, beauty. There is, in addition, a good deal of new material, and, actually, it all reads as fresh writing, brought into different focus by the new use made of it. There is some of his finest writing -- there is unflagging zest for life -- there is a rare sense of the spell of new places, completely conveyed to the most unimaginative -- there is a thoughtfulness underlying the emotional reaction. He seems to have been everywhere:- Spain recurrently, in the days when Civil War was a vague muttering, in the days when it was close, today when it is there. Mexico, where the spirit of Zapata haunts him. Near East, and Far. Strange countries one has to seek out on a map. And his pattern is there.