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  • What is there in Rome for me to see that others have not seen before me? What is there for me to touch that others have not touched? What is there for me to feel, to learn, to hear, to know, that shall thrill me before it pass to others? What can I discover?--Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. One charm of travel dies here.

    Mark Twain (1869). “The Innocents Abroad: or, The New Pilgrims' Progress”, p.267