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Seven walks that became writing

Rousseau, Goethe, Hazlitt, Dickens, Thoreau, Stevenson, Woolf

The first walk is Rousseau’s, over the heights of Ménilmontant in 1776; the last is Woolf’s, to the Strand for a pencil in 1927. Each is drawn below as one line in the gait its text describes: Dickens’s line turns only at street corners, Thoreau’s meanders like a river.

The seven run on as one line, and some of the walkers did read each other: Hazlitt took Rousseau’s novel to an inn at Llangollen, and Stevenson quoted Hazlitt. The drawings are not maps: each follows a phrase from its text, quoted beside it.

The walks

Where a text dates its walk, the year shown is the walk’s; otherwise it is the year the text was printed.

  1. 1776

    Reveries of the Solitary Walker

    Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Thursday 24 October 1776, until nearly dark.

    “puis je fis un détour pour revenir par les mêmes prairies en prenant un autre chemin”then I made a detour, to come back through the same meadows by another path

  2. 1780

    Wandrers Nachtlied

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Probably the evening of 6 September 1780, and a night on the hill.

    “auf dem Gickelhahn dem höchsten Berg des Reviers”on the Gickelhahn, the highest mountain of the district

  3. 1798

    On Going a Journey

    William Hazlitt. An evening at the inn at Llangollen, 10 April 1798.

    “a winding road before me”

  4. 1860

    Night Walks

    Charles Dickens. March nights, from half past twelve to sunrise.

    “would walk and walk and walk, seeing nothing but the interminable tangle of streets”

  5. 1862

    Walking

    Henry David Thoreau. Afternoons, four hours at least.

    “In my walks I would fain return to my senses.”

    “no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea”

  6. 1876

    Walking Tours

    Robert Louis Stevenson. A day alone, with stops.

    “you should be able to stop and go on, and follow this way or that, as the freak takes you”

  7. 1927

    Street Haunting

    Virginia Woolf. A winter evening, on the stroke of six.

    “No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a lead pencil.”

    “to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into those footpaths”