I took the alternate route home, streets alive with traffic, avenues of communication, abrupt hills, aleatoric music, artwork being sold on the sidewalk, hotels with modern amenities lined up in soldierly array, the aureate light of COMING ATTRACTIONS! AMAZINGLY LOW PRICES! AUTHENTIC MEXICAN FARE! Everything in neat arrangement, amorous couples in the bright apparel of spring, penniless ancients stood in awe of the king, the awfully rich young American in the armor of prosperity, anthropomorphic deities, movie studio apparatchiks, aficionados of the bullfight. Civilization and its attendant morality. All aquiver with excitement, I was not moving anymore with my feet.
Source: Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary
It’s quite simple, chief: Take the first turning on the right, keep straight on, make a dogleg at the fire station, and continue south. Then turn left at the point where you see a sign to Apple Grove. Take the first right over the stream, bear left and follow the old road, hang a right at the semiderelict farmhouse, and keep straight on until the road peters out to a rutted track. Follow the blue posts until the track meets a forestry road. Take a left here. A quarter-mile walk from there over the hill is a small village, and you can get to the beach by tram. Charter a boat, go due west one hundred miles or until the engine gives out, stay there, and don’t come back.
Sources: New Oxford American Dictionary, Collins COBUILD Primary Learner’s Dictionary, Collins English Dictionary, The American Heritage Dictionary, Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, Black’s Law Dictionary