"Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive"
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Restlessness, in Maillart's line, is less a personality quirk than a survival strategy. The "certain travellers" she singles out aren't chasing postcards or bragging rights; they're chasing a physiological proof-of-life. Motion becomes a heartbeat you can control. Stop moving and the self catches up: doubt, grief, boredom, the slow inventory of who you are when no landscape is changing fast enough to distract you.
Maillart knew this type from the inside. As a Swiss travel writer who pushed across Central Asia in the 1930s, she worked in an era when "exploration" still carried imperial perfume and when a woman traveling hard routes read as transgressive by default. That context sharpens her phrasing: she isn't romanticizing wanderlust; she's diagnosing it. "Give the impression" is the tell. It's observational, slightly skeptical, suggesting performance as much as compulsion. These travellers may not admit it, may not even know it, but their aliveness looks conditional.
The sentence also flips the usual moral script of travel writing. Movement isn't framed as enlightenment; it's framed as dependence. Maillart implies a modern pathology before we had the language for it: the fear of stillness, the inability to inhabit ordinary time, the need to turn life into a series of departures so arrival never becomes a reckoning. It's an incisive portrait of kinetic identity, where the road doesn't reveal the self so much as keep it at bay.
Maillart knew this type from the inside. As a Swiss travel writer who pushed across Central Asia in the 1930s, she worked in an era when "exploration" still carried imperial perfume and when a woman traveling hard routes read as transgressive by default. That context sharpens her phrasing: she isn't romanticizing wanderlust; she's diagnosing it. "Give the impression" is the tell. It's observational, slightly skeptical, suggesting performance as much as compulsion. These travellers may not admit it, may not even know it, but their aliveness looks conditional.
The sentence also flips the usual moral script of travel writing. Movement isn't framed as enlightenment; it's framed as dependence. Maillart implies a modern pathology before we had the language for it: the fear of stillness, the inability to inhabit ordinary time, the need to turn life into a series of departures so arrival never becomes a reckoning. It's an incisive portrait of kinetic identity, where the road doesn't reveal the self so much as keep it at bay.
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