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。