From the movie, "The Way" which I watched today. I liked the movie. This is the part where the travelers on Pilgrimage find Jack (James Nesbitt) is an Irish travel writer who when younger had desires to be great author like Yeats or Joyce but never wrote the novel he dreamed of. He is the last to join the quartet and has been suffering from "writer's block."
"This place is brimming with significance! Thats the problem with this whole damn road."
"Problem?"
"Metaphor, man. Your walking out all alone, and suddenly in the middle of nowhere,
you see a dogfight near a cheese farm. What does that dogfight mean? And despite its literalness, the idea of a pilgrims journey on this road is a metaphor bonanza. Friends, the road itself is amongst our oldest tropes. The high road and the low, the long and winding, the lonesome, the royal, the open road and the private. You have the road to hell, the Tobacco Road, the crooked, the straight and the narrow. There's the road stretching into infinity, bordered with lacy mists favored by senitmental poets. There's the more dignified road of Mr. Frost, and for Yanks, every four years, there's the road to the White House. Then you have the road which most concerns me today, the wrong road, which I fear I must surely have taken."
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