My compartment

George Scheer, Booked on the morning train : a journey through America, Chapell Hill, N.C., Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 1991, p. 99.

Eager as I was to see Los Angeles, I was in no hurry to leave the well-ordered cocoon of my compartment. In thirty-six hours of habitation I had constructed my own caddis case, stuffing clothes and belongings into every crevice and molding the steel and glass planes of my compartment into a soft, enveloping environment where everything I needed resided in its own niche, within an arm’s reach.