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第33章 让心灵去旅行9（第1页）

第33章让心灵去旅行（9）

Itmustnotbeimagiawalkingtour，assomewouldhaveusfancy，ismerelyabetterorworsewayofseeiry。Therearemanywaysofseeinglaeasgood；andnonemorevivid，iies，thanfromarailwaytrain。Butlandsawalkingtourisquiteaccessory。Hewhoisihebrotherhooddoesofthepicturesque，butoforsofthehopeandspiritwithwhichthemarsatm，andthepeadspiritualrepletionoftheeve。Heottellwhetherheputshisknapsa，ortakesitoff，withmht。Theextofthedepartureputshimihatofthearrival。Whateverhedoesisnotonlyarewardiwillbefurtherrewardedinthesequel；andsopleasureleadsontopleasureinanendless。Itisthisthatsofewderstand；theywilleitherbealwaysloungingoralwaysatfivemilesanhour；theydonotplayofftheotheother，preparealldayfortheevening，andalleveniday。Aisherethatyouroverwalkerfailsofprehensiorisesagainstthosewhodrinktheirliqueurglasses，whenhehimselfswillitinabrowbelievethattheflavourismoredelithesmallerdose。Hewillowalkthisunabledistaostupefyandbrutalizehimself，aohisinn，atnight，withasortoffrostos，andastarlessnightofdarknessinhisspirit。Notforhimthemildlumihetemperatewalker！Hehasofmanbutaphysieedforbedtimeandadoublenightdevenhispipe，ifhebeasmoker，willbesavorlessaed。Itisthefateofsuetotaketwiceasmuchtroubleasisainhappiness，andmissthehappiheehemanoftheproverb，inshoesfartherandfaresworse。

Now，tobeproperlyenjoyed，awalkingtourshouldbegoneuponalone。Ifyougoinapany，oreveninpairs，itisnolongerawalkingtourinanythingbutissomethingelseahenatureofapiic。Awalkingtourshouldbegoneuponalone，becausefreedomisoftheessence；becauseyoushouldbeabletostopandgoon，andfollowthiswayorthat，asthefreaktakesyou；ahaveyourownpaeithertrotalongsideawalker，imewithagirl。Andthenyoumustbeopentoallimpressiohoughtstakewhatyousee。Youshouldbeasapipeforanywindtoplayupon。“Iotseethewit，”saysHazlitt，“ofwalkingandtalkiime。WhenIamiryIwishtovegetatelikethetry，”whichisthegistofallthatbesaidupoer。Thereshouldbenocackleofvoicesatyourelbow，tojaroivesilehem。Andsolongasamanisreasosurrehatfioxithatotionihatbeginsinasortofdazzleandsluggishhebrain，andendsipassesprehension。

Duridayorsoofanytourtherearemomentsofbitterravellerfeelsmorethancoldlytowardshisknapsaheishalfinamindtothrowitbeaianonasimilaro，“givethreeleapsandgoonsinging。”Asoonacquiresapropertyofeasibeagofthejouroit。Andnosoonerhaveyoupassedthestrapsoveryourshoulderthantheleesofsleepareclearedfromyou，youpullyetherwithashake，andfallatooyourstride。Andsurely，ofallpossiblemoods，this，inwhitakestheroad，isthebest。Ofcourse，ifhewillkeepthinkingofhisaies，ifhewillopeAbudah’sdwalkarm-in-armwiththehag—why，whereverheis，aherhewalksfastorslow，thecesarethathewillnotbehappy。Andsomuetohimself！Thereareperhapsthirtymeingforthatthatsamehour，andIwouldlayalargewagerthereisnotanotherdullfagthethirty。Itwouldbeafiofollow，inacoatofdarkerahesewayfarers，s，forthefirstfewmilesupohisone，whowalksfast，withakeenlookinhiseyes，isalltratedinhisowhisloom，weaviosetthelaowords。Thiso，ashegoes，amongthegrasses；hewaitsbythealtowatchthedragonflies；heleaeofthepasture，andotlookenoughupontheplae。Andhereesaalking，laughiingtohimself。Hisfagesfromtimetotime，asindignationflashesfromhiseyesercloudshisforehead。Heisposingarticles，deliveringorations，andgthemostimpassioerviews，bytheway。Alittlefartheron，anditisaslikeasnothewillbegintosing。Andwellforhim，supposinghimtobeerinthatart，ifhestumblesaostolidpeasantataer；foronsuo，Isowwhichisthemoretroubled，orwhetheritisworsetosuffertheofyourtroubadour，ortheunfeignedalarmofyour。Asedentarypopulation，aed，besides，temeigofthep，owiseexplaihegaietyofthesepassersby。Iknewonemanwhowasarrestedasarunawayluhoughafull-growharedbeard，heskippedashewentlikeadyouwouldbeastonishedifIweretotellyouallthegraveandlearnedheadswhohavefessedtomethat，whenonwalkingtours，theysang—andsangveryill—andhadapairofredearswhen，asdescribedabove，theinauspiciouspeasaheirarmsfromroundaer。

我的人生已逝

MyLifeIsOver

乔治·吉辛Geissing

然而，我的人生已经逝去。