An interesting set of books on my shelf on the fascinating explorer Sir Richard Francis Burton. Burton was much more than an explorer though he was a linguist, ethnographer, and man of letters. Pilgrim to Mecca and Harar; discoverer of Lake Tanganyika; translator of the Arabian Nights; controversialist and iconoclast. I was introduced to Burton by my father, who is a total burton fanatic.
Of the gladest moments in human life, methinks is the departure upon a distant journey to unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the Slavery of Home, man feels once more happy. The blood flows with the fast circulation of childhood….afresh dawns the morn of life…
Burton’s Journal Entry (2 December 1856)
I have a few books on Burton on my shelves but have not got into collecting his works as they are expensive and highly sought after; a game for people with deep pockets.
Burton’s mausoleum is shaped like a bedouin tent and has a glass window in the rear where you can peer into the crypt and view the coffins of Sir and Lady Burton.
Another shot of my modest Burton collection