There Are Flowers At Every Turn of the Road.

…“We ride again and what comes to me now is the realization that he's [Chris is] another Phædrus, thinking the way he used to and acting the same way he used to, looking for trouble, being driven by forces he’s only dimly aware of and doesn’t understand. The questions . . the same questions . . he’s got to know everything.
…And if he doesn’t get the answer he just drives and drives until he gets one and that leads to another question and he drives and drives for the answer to that—endlessly pursuing questions, never seeing, never understanding that the questions will never end. Something is missing and he knows it and will kill himself trying to find it. ” (Cont Next)

Narrator’s passage somewhere near Cleone, CA.
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