"Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly"
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Travel, for Maillart, isn’t a scrapbook of impressions; it’s an instrument that recalibrates the self. “A new system of reckoning” is a pointed phrase: she’s not promising escapist transformation, she’s promising measurement. The world becomes a set of alternative metrics - different schedules, customs, risks, and comforts - that quietly expose how parochial our default standards are. You don’t just learn that another place exists; you learn that your instincts about what’s “normal” were never neutral.
The shrewd subtext is that self-knowledge is rarely produced by introspection alone. It’s produced by friction. “Unknown aspects of our own self” suggests an inner territory that stays invisible until it’s stressed by unfamiliar languages, bodies, rules, and distances. Travel, in this framing, is less discovery than diagnosis: it reveals what you do when you’re unmoored - how quickly you judge, what you fear, what you miss, what you improvise.
Maillart’s context matters. She came of age in a century when mobility was both liberation and ordeal, and she lived it at full intensity: long overland journeys, remote landscapes, the moral and political anxieties of interwar Europe. Against that backdrop, “broadened and enriched” doesn’t read like tourist optimism; it reads like hard-won competence. The payoff is not a better opinion of yourself but a “more correct” one - a bracingly unsentimental goal. She’s arguing that travel’s real gift is accuracy: it punctures self-flattery and self-loathing alike, leaving something closer to truth.
The shrewd subtext is that self-knowledge is rarely produced by introspection alone. It’s produced by friction. “Unknown aspects of our own self” suggests an inner territory that stays invisible until it’s stressed by unfamiliar languages, bodies, rules, and distances. Travel, in this framing, is less discovery than diagnosis: it reveals what you do when you’re unmoored - how quickly you judge, what you fear, what you miss, what you improvise.
Maillart’s context matters. She came of age in a century when mobility was both liberation and ordeal, and she lived it at full intensity: long overland journeys, remote landscapes, the moral and political anxieties of interwar Europe. Against that backdrop, “broadened and enriched” doesn’t read like tourist optimism; it reads like hard-won competence. The payoff is not a better opinion of yourself but a “more correct” one - a bracingly unsentimental goal. She’s arguing that travel’s real gift is accuracy: it punctures self-flattery and self-loathing alike, leaving something closer to truth.
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