As she ended these words, Aspasia turned her eyes on me as if to ask a
reply. I pretended not to notice this, and in order to give myself an
absent air, took up the tongs and pushed away among the embers the
shreds of the doctor’s wig which had escaped the flames. Observing
presently afterwards that one of the bandelets which clasped Aspasia’s
buskin had come undone, “Permit me,” said I, “charming lady,”--and
eagerly stooping, stretched out my hands towards the chair on which I
had fancied I saw those legs about which even great philosophers went
into ecstacies.
I am persuaded that at this moment I was very near genuine somnambulism,
so real was the movement of which I speak. But Rose, who happened to be
sleeping in the chair, thought the movement was meant for her, and
jumping nimbly into my arms, she drove back into Hades the famous shades
my travelling-coat had summoned.
_Liberty._
Delightful realm of Imagination, which the benevolent Being has bestowed
upon man to console him for the disappointments he meets with in real
life.
This day, certain persons on whom I am dependent affect to restore me to
liberty. As if they had ever deprived me of it! As if it were in their
power to snatch it from me for a single moment, and to hinder me from
traversing, at my own good pleasure, the vast space that ever lies open
before me! They have forbidden me to go at large in a city, a mere
speck, and have left open to me the whole universe, in which immensity
and eternity obey me.
I am now free, then; or rather, I must enter again into bondage. The
yoke of office is again to weigh me down, and every step I take must
conform with the exigencies of politeness and duty. Fortunate shall I be
if some capricious goddess do not again make me forget both, and if I
escape from this new and dangerous captivity.
O why did they not allow me to finish my captivity! Was it as a
punishment that I was exiled to my chamber, to that delightful country
in which abound all the riches and enjoyments of the world? As well
might they consign a mouse to a granary.
Still, never did I more clearly perceive that I am double than I do now.
Whilst I regret my imaginary joys, I feel myself consoled. I am borne
along by an unseen power which tells me I need the pure air, and the
light of heaven, and that solitude is like death. Once more I don my
customary garb; my door opens; I wander under the spacious porticos of
the Strada della Po; a thousand agreeable visions float before my eyes.
Yes, there is that mansion, that door, that staircase! I thrill with
expectation.
In like manner the act of slicing a lemon gives you a foretaste that
makes your mouth water.
Poor ANIMAL! Take care!
FOOTNOTES:
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