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第28章 让心灵去旅行4（第1页）

第28章让心灵去旅行（4）

Thesoulofajourneyisliberty，perfectliberty，tothink，feel，do，justasonepleases。Wegoajourobefreeofallimpedimentsandofallioleaveourselvesbehind，muchmetridofothers。ItisbecauseIwantalittlebreathiomuseoers，whereplation“Mayplumeherfeathersagrs，ThatinthevariousbustleofresortWerealltooruffled，aimesimpaired，”thatIabsehetoithoutfeelingatalossthemomebymyself。Insteadofafriendinapost-chaiseorinaTilbury，toexgegoodthingswith，andvarythesamestaletain，fororucewithimpertineheclearblueskyovermyhead，aurfbehmyfeet，awindingroadbeforeme，andthreehours’marer—ahinking!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“verystuffoftheotthiswildrosesweetwithoutaehisdaisyleaptomyheartsetinitserald?YetifIweretoexplaintoyouthecethathassoeome，youwouldonlysmile。HadIheomyself，aservemetobroodover，fromheretypoint，andfromtheothefar-distanthorizon?Ishouldbebutbadpanyallthatway，andtherefalosaidthatyoumay，whenthemoodyfiteson，walkorrideonbyyourself，andindulgeyourreceives。Butthislookslikeabreaanofothers，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。Foronce，Iliketohaveitallmyownway;andthisisimpossibleunlessyouarealone，orinsupanyasIdo。Ihaveueapointwithawentymilesofmeasuredroad，butnotforpleasure。Ifyouremarkthestofabeanfieldgtheroad，perhapsyourfellow-travellerhasnosmell。Ifyoupointtoadista，perhapsheisshhted，andhastotakeouthisglasstolookatit。Thereisafeeliohecolorofacloud，whichhitsyourfancy，buttheeffectofwhichyouareuoatfor。Thereisthennosympathy，butanuneasygafterit，andadissatisfawhichpursuesyouontheway，andintheendprobablyproducesill-humor。NowIneverquarrelwithmyself，andtakeallmyownsfraillIfiodefeobjes。

Itisyoumaynotbeofatheobjedcesthatpresentthemselvesbeforeyou—thesemayreumberofobjedleadtoassostoodelidrefiobepossiblyuhers。YettheseIlovetocherish，aillfondlyclutchthem，efrtodoso。Togivewaytbeforeparavaganceoraffe;aherhand，tohavetouhismysteryateveryturn，aakeaerestiheendisnotanswered），isatasktowhichfeete“giveitaanding，butnotongue。”MyoldfriendCe，however，coulddoboth。Hecouldgoodelightfulexplanatorywayoverhillanddaleasummer’sdayaalaoadidaoraPialkedfarabovesinging。”IfIyideasinsoundingandflhtperhapswishtohavesomeooadmiretheswellingtheme;orIoret，wereitpossibleformestilltohearhisegvoithewoodsofAll-Fox-dehatfihemwhichourfirstpoetshad”;andiftheycouldhavebeencaughtbysomerarei，wouldhavebreathedsusasthefollowing:

“Herebewoodsasgreen

Asany，airlikewiseasfresha

AswhensmoothZephyrusplayso

&hecurledstreams，withflowers"asmany

Astheyives，andaschoiy;

Herebealls，andwells，

Arbrooodbine，ddells;