...our first journeys the discovery that place is nothing. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness....my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up at Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled...

...our first journeys the discovery that place is nothing. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my fricnds, embark on the sea, and at last wake up at Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the...

...intoxicated with beauty, and lose ma sadness. I pack my trunk, embark, and finally wake up iurJaples, and there beside me, is the stern fact, the sad, self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I affect to be intoxicated with sights, and suggestions, but I am not. My giant goes with me wherever...

...first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embnrk on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self,...

...first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty and lose my sadness....not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.1 3. But the rage of travelling is a symptom of a deeper unsoundness affecting the whole intellectual...

...first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness....am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever 1 go. 3. But the rage of travelling is a symptom of a deeper unsoundness affecting the whole intellectual...

...I can be intoxicated with beauty, ana lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embark, and finally wake ap in Naples, and there beside me, is the stern fact,...self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I affect to be intoxicated with sights, and suggestions, but I am not. My giant goes with me wherever...

...and lose my sadness. 1 pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on tho sea, and at last wake up at els rebuked 1 lie intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever...

...our first journeys the discovery that place is nothing. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I l Austin Allibone at Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled...

...exile from himself; or, as the Concord philosopher echoes, that we may pack our trunks, embrace our friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples; yet there beside us is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that we fled from. Our...