第14章在行路中遇见自己（13）
&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，withflo>
Astheyives，andaschoiy;
Herebealls，andwells，
Arbrooodbine，ddells;
Choosewherethouwilt，whilstIsitbyandsing，
atherrushestomakemanyaring，
Ffialesoflove，
Hohoebe，huntinginagrove，
FirstsawtheboyEndymion，fromwhoseeyes
&erneverdies;
Howshevey’dhimsoftlyinasleep
Histemplesboundwithpoppy，tothesteep
HeadofoldLatmos，whereshestoopseaight，
Gildiaiher’slight，
Tokisshersweetest。”
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