Sidewalk Rating: Long Overdue
Thus I walked on lightly, eased of that weight: youthful desires, enchanting wishes, brilliant projects, filled my thoughts. Every object I saw seemed to warrant my approaching felicity. In the houses I imagined rural feastings, in the meadows wanton games, along the river paths, walks, and fish, on the trees delicious fruit, under their shade voluptuous meetings, on the mountains tubs of milk and cream, a charming laziness, peace, simplicity, and the pleasure of going one don't know where. IN fine, nothing struck my sight without carrying to my heart some inticement to enjoyment. The grandeur, the variety, the real beauty of the prospect, rendered these delights worthy of my reason. Vanity too threw in its might. So young and go to Italy, already to have seen so much country, to follow Hannibal across the mountains, seemed a glory beyond my age. Add to this, frequent and good repose, a good appetite and plenty to satisfy it; for faith it was not worth while to let me want, and at the table of M. Sabran what I eat could not be missed.
[Rousseau. Confessions of a Solitary Walker.]
 |
| [Linden buds on Selby Avenue.] |
*** CLICK ON IMAGES BELOW TO LINK TO STUFF ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
No comments:
Post a Comment