The Depth To Delve... Deep
by Rote Writer
8 / 10 1 rating
- Language
- English
- Published
- 2017
- Publisher
- Rote Writer Publishing
- Pages
- 486
- ISBN
- 9780995241602
Embark on a journey across Europe as Rote Writer navigates a path through England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. This inspired story blends history with a personal odyssey, charting the protagonist's often-homeless travels through ancient landscapes and new experiences.
Described as an account bridging the old world with the new, the narrative unfolds as a magical, mythical, and mystical exploration. Readers will discover a tale of self-reliance and unexpected adventures, reminiscent of a modern-day wanderer, as Rote Writer confronts challenges and finds unexpected insights on his travels. This memoir, presented in story form, offers a unique perspective on discovery and the human spirit.
Described as an account bridging the old world with the new, the narrative unfolds as a magical, mythical, and mystical exploration. Readers will discover a tale of self-reliance and unexpected adventures, reminiscent of a modern-day wanderer, as Rote Writer confronts challenges and finds unexpected insights on his travels. This memoir, presented in story form, offers a unique perspective on discovery and the human spirit.
- Genres
- Nonfiction › Religion & spirituality › Mind, body & spirit › Witchcraft & the occultNonfiction › Arts & entertainment › ArchitectureNonfiction › Religion & spirituality › Mind, body & spirit › Paranormal & unexplainedNonfiction › Arts & entertainment › Visual artNonfiction › Travel › Travel guides
- Mood
- Adventurous
- Where and when
- England Scotland Ireland Middle Ages Prehistory
- Style
- Form: Poetry
Original edition
The depth to delve-- deepOriginally published in 2008 English Rote Writer
Other editions (1)
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A profound restlessness stirred within, a persistent echo from a life once dammed, now eager to break free. It was a compulsion, a spiritual possession that drove a man, Rote, to commit his very existence to the printed page, to chart the course of years and tears gone by. This journey of putting life into words, decades in the making, would eventually lead him across oceans, a manuscript sent to London, a hopeful beacon guiding his path.
Awakening from a brief respite, a new curiosity tugged at Rote's spirit. He set out to truly see London, beyond the casual glance, drawn to the ancient stones of the Tower and the hallowed grounds of The Temple, each brick steeped in towering history. Amidst a small group of fellow travelers, the stories of these places began to unfold, a rich tapestry weaving itself into his own unfolding narrative.
His wanderings soon carried him beyond the bustling city, through the whispering hedgerows, until he found himself seated on a quiet bench, surprised by the sudden calm. In the looming shadow of Old Sarum, Salisbury stretched out before him, a gentle slope from the ancient to the new. Hunger gnawed, a familiar companion, yet a fierce thirst proved more insistent. He was a rogue, a modern-day wanderer traversing England, Scotland, Ireland, and France, often finding himself without a roof over his head, a beggar and a bum, yet finding a strange joy in the haphazard travel.
The road presented stark choices, and soon, a proud pill, bitter yet necessary, had to be swallowed. Desperate, with hunger pangs and tobacco withdrawals gnawing at his resolve, he faced the undeniable truth. His pride, though fiercely held, had to yield. "Excuse me... but can you spare some change?" he found himself asking, a poignant surrender to the immediate needs of survival.
His journey became a deep dive into history, particularly as he sought out the elusive "Maguire seats" in Ireland, places not found on any typical tourist map, privy only to those who truly embodied the spirit of the old Maguires. He had seen the one at Enniskillen Castle and was determined to find another, at Cornashee. Lost amidst converging rural roads in Northern Ireland, he yearned for guidance, a sign or a soul to point the way.
He found himself walking along a royal road, past country-style houses, noticing a couple chatting with an elderly woman. Sensing a familiarity, he approached, inquiring about the Maguire seat. An older fellow, who had clearly observed Rote from his farm, offered a nod of disapproval for the "Irish rover's bad behavior" but eventually affirmed the significance of the Maguire heritage. Rote learned of "bandit country," of the medieval Irish mercenaries, the Molly Maguires, and their resistance against the ruling class as tenants on their own land, even their later echoes in the American mining struggles of the 1800s. This spiritual and historical quest, intertwined with his personal struggles and moments of profound connection, became the very fabric of his existence, a true life story that resonated with the depths of human experience.
Awakening from a brief respite, a new curiosity tugged at Rote's spirit. He set out to truly see London, beyond the casual glance, drawn to the ancient stones of the Tower and the hallowed grounds of The Temple, each brick steeped in towering history. Amidst a small group of fellow travelers, the stories of these places began to unfold, a rich tapestry weaving itself into his own unfolding narrative.
His wanderings soon carried him beyond the bustling city, through the whispering hedgerows, until he found himself seated on a quiet bench, surprised by the sudden calm. In the looming shadow of Old Sarum, Salisbury stretched out before him, a gentle slope from the ancient to the new. Hunger gnawed, a familiar companion, yet a fierce thirst proved more insistent. He was a rogue, a modern-day wanderer traversing England, Scotland, Ireland, and France, often finding himself without a roof over his head, a beggar and a bum, yet finding a strange joy in the haphazard travel.
The road presented stark choices, and soon, a proud pill, bitter yet necessary, had to be swallowed. Desperate, with hunger pangs and tobacco withdrawals gnawing at his resolve, he faced the undeniable truth. His pride, though fiercely held, had to yield. "Excuse me... but can you spare some change?" he found himself asking, a poignant surrender to the immediate needs of survival.
His journey became a deep dive into history, particularly as he sought out the elusive "Maguire seats" in Ireland, places not found on any typical tourist map, privy only to those who truly embodied the spirit of the old Maguires. He had seen the one at Enniskillen Castle and was determined to find another, at Cornashee. Lost amidst converging rural roads in Northern Ireland, he yearned for guidance, a sign or a soul to point the way.
He found himself walking along a royal road, past country-style houses, noticing a couple chatting with an elderly woman. Sensing a familiarity, he approached, inquiring about the Maguire seat. An older fellow, who had clearly observed Rote from his farm, offered a nod of disapproval for the "Irish rover's bad behavior" but eventually affirmed the significance of the Maguire heritage. Rote learned of "bandit country," of the medieval Irish mercenaries, the Molly Maguires, and their resistance against the ruling class as tenants on their own land, even their later echoes in the American mining struggles of the 1800s. This spiritual and historical quest, intertwined with his personal struggles and moments of profound connection, became the very fabric of his existence, a true life story that resonated with the depths of human experience.
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