第30章论出游OnGoingaJourney(2)
Thesoulofajourneyisliberty,perfectliberty,tothiasonepleases。Wegoajourobefreeofallimpedimentsandofallioleaveourselvesbehind,muchmetridofothers。ItisbecauseIwantalittlebreathiomuseoers,whereplation“Mayplumeherfeathersagrs,thatinthevariousbustleofresortwerealltooruffled,aimesimpair’d,”thatIabsehetoithoutfeelingatalossthemomebymyself。Insteadofafriendinapost-chaiseorinaTilbury,toexgegoodthingswith,andvarythesamestaletaimehaveatrucewithimpertiheclearblueskyovermyhead,aurfbehmyfeet,awindingroadbeforeme,andthreehours’marerahinking!ItishardifIameontheselohs。Ilaugh,Irun,Ileap,Isingforjoy。FromthepointcloudIpluomypastbeihere,asthesun-burntIndianplungesheadlongihatwaftshimtohishenlottenthings,like“sunkenwralesstreasuries,”burstupo,aofeel,think,andbemyselfagain。Insteadofanawkwardsileemptsatwitordullon-plaeisthatundisturbedsilerefeelikespuions,antitheses,argument,andahanIdo;butIsometimeshadratherbewithoutthem。“Leave,oh,leavemetomyrepose!”Ihavejustnowotherbusinessinhand,whiidletoyou,butiswithme“verystuffoftheotthiswildrosesweetwithoutaehisdaisyleaptomyheartsetinitseraldYetifIweretoexplaintoyouthecethathassoeome,youwouldonlysmile。HadIheomyself,aservemetobroodover,fromheretypoint,andfromtheothefar-distanthorizonIshouldbebutbadpanyallthatway,andtherefalosaidthatyoumay,whenthemoodyfiteson,walkorrideonbyyourself,andindulgeyourreceives。Butthislookslikeabreaaofothers,ahinkihatyououghttorejoinyourparty。“Outuponsuchhalf-facedfellowship,”sayI。Iliketobeeithereomyself,orehedisposalofothers;totalkorbesilent,towalkorsitstill,tobesociableorsolitary。IleasedwithaionofMr。Cobbett’s,thathethought“itabadFrentodrinkourwihourmeals,andthatanEnglishmanoughttodooatime。”SoIottalkandthink,einmelanusingandlivelyversationbyfitsandstarts。
&mehaveayway,”saysSteroremarkhowtheshadowslehesuisbeautifullysaid;but,inmyopinion,thisualparierfereswiththeinvoluntaryimpressionofthingsuponthemind,andhurtsthese。Ifyouonlyhintwhatyoufeelinakindofdumbshow,itisinsipid;ifyouhavetoexplainit,itismakingatoilofapleasure。Youotreadthebookofbeiuallyputtothetroubleitforthebehers。Iamforthissyhodonajourotheanalytical。Iamttolayinastockofideasthen,andtoexamiomisethemafterwards。Iwanttoseemyvaguenotionsfloatlikethedowlebeforethebreeze,andnottohavethemehebriarsandthornsoftroversy。Foroohaveitallmyownway;andthisisimpossibleunlessyouarealone,orinsupanyasIdo。Ihaveueapointwithawentymilesofmeasuredroad,butnotforpleasure。Ifyouremarkthestofabeanfieldgtheroad,perhapsyourfellow-travellerhasnosmell。Ifyoupointtoadista,perhapsheisshhted,andhastotakeouthisglasstolookatit。Thereisafeeliohecolorofacloud,whichhitsyourfancy,buttheeffectofwhichyouareuoatfor。Thereisthennosympathy,butanuneasygafterit,andadissatisfawhichpursuesyouontheway,andintheendprobablyproducesill-humor。NowIneverquarrelwithmyself,andtakeallmyownsfraillIfiodefeobjes。