Buses

Late in the evening, my mind rebels against continuing to read but still wants to post. This time, I have nothing to offer but three bus journeys:

"Traffic control passed me so near a bus that I looked in its canopy and saw the passengers were from the whole globe and beyond -..."
-Poul Anderson, "How To Be Ethnic In One Easy Lesson" IN Anderson, The Van Rijn Method (Riverdale, NY, 2009), pp. 175-197 AT p. 184.

Around here right now, buses are nearly empty because of the coronavirus.

Finally, for tonight, in CS Lewis' The Great Divorce, a bus takes souls from the grey town to the foothills - if they want to go. See Who Drives The Bus?  For anyone, a bus journey can be infernal or celestial.

I trust that we will return to a spaceship journey with David Falkayn tomorrow.