…eventually the surroundings grew unrecognizable and I knew I had gone beyond all previous boundaries.  I have heard people describe the moment, when setting sail in a ship, when one finally loses sight of the land.  I imagine the experience of unease mixed with exhilaration often described with this moment…and I must confess I did feel a slight sense of alarm—a sense aggravated by the feeling that I was perhaps not on the correct road at all, but speeding off in totally the wrong direction into a wilderness.  It was only the feeling of a moment, but it caused me to slow down.  And even when I had assured myself I was on the right road, I felt compelled to stop the car a moment to take stock, as it were.


-Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day