As We Leave the Douglas Firs and Cool Oregon Mountains, The Beauty Of the Countryside Gives the Narrator a Tremendous Boost.

…“The road twists and banks and curlecues and descends and we and the cycle smoothly roll with it, following it in a separate grace of our own, almost touching the waxen leaves of shrubs and overhanging boughs of trees. The firs and rocks of the higher country are behind us now and around us are soft hills and vines and purple and red flowers, fragrance mixed with woodsmoke up from the distant fog along the valley floor and from beyond that, unseen—a vague scent of ocean. . . How can I love all this so much and be insane? . . . I don’t believe it! ” (Cont. Next)

Six miles East of White City, OR. White City is now a Northern suburb of Medford, OR.
…Here again we see the Narrator’s need for support from “Good old reality.“ We deduce that the Narrator’s full participation in the beautiful coastal country ahead comes from the positive effects of his remembering Phaedrus’s Quality discoveries. From this, he is certain he is not insane.
… Rather the insanity comes from our being immersed in the Mythos of our present-day Western Culture, as is presently practiced.
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