We will glance at each other briefly, wordlessly, across the cigar room or the library or whirlpool and know that we have made it, that we have put aside the cares of the world, that we have only to rest, to read, to play, to sleep - and that we we wake, we shall be in another time zone, another country.
Anthony Bourdain, The Love Boat (from The Nasty Bits)
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