'The late '60s. Back thin I believed, with all the earnestness that only one's late teen years can summon, that my life in Sydney was certifiably dead. Already too old to succeed, yet too young to fail, I borrowed $20 in order to flee the academic, economic and romantic corpses strewn (I imagined) behind me. I would take to the roads, to quest, to disappear forever. Or at least to hitchhike around Australia, the circumference of the knowable world.' (p. 85)