selfpropelled

Updated: May 29, 2025

Then the boat-hook he wielded with a circular sweep began to take grotesque shapes in my heated fancy; now it was the antenna of a groping insect, now the crank of a cripple's selfpropelled perambulator, now the alpenstock of a lunatic mountaineer, who sits in his chair and climbs and climbs to some phantom 'watershed'. At the back of such mind as was left me lodged two insistent thoughts: 'we must hurry on, 'we are going wrong. As to the latter, take a link-boy through a London fog and you will experience the same thing: he always goes the way you think is wrong.

Erskine Childers - The Riddle of the Sands