Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the PriestBorrow, George
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Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest
Borrow, George
England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
"Indeed, all the time that I was performing these strange feats, I knew
them to be highly absurd, yet the impulse to perform them was
irresistible--a mysterious dread hanging over me till I had given way to
it; even at that early period I frequently used to reason within myself
as to what could be the cause of my propensity to touch, but of course I
could come to no satisfactory conclusion respecting it; being heartily
ashamed of the practice, I never spoke of it to any one, and was at all
times highly solicitous that no one should observe my weakness."
CHAPTER LXV.
After a short pause my host resumed his narration. "Though I was never
sent to school, my education was not neglected on that account; I had
tutors in various branches of knowledge, under whom I made a tolerable
progress; by the time I was eighteen I was able to read most of the Greek
and Latin authors with facility; I was likewise, to a certain degree, a
mathematician.
"I cannot say that I took much pleasure in my studies; my chief aim in
endeavouring to accomplish my tasks was to give pleasure to my beloved
parent, who watched my progress with anxiety truly maternal. My life at
this period may be summed up in a few words; I pursued my studies, roamed
about the woods, walked the green lanes occasionally, cast my fly in a
trout stream, and sometimes, but not often, rode a hunting with my uncle.
"A considerable part of my time was devoted to my mother, conversing with
her and reading to her; youthful companions I had none, and as to my
mother, she lived in the greatest retirement, devoting herself to the
superintendence of my education, and the practice of acts of charity;
nothing could be more innocent than this mode of life, and some people
say that in innocence there is happiness, yet I can't say that I was
happy. A continual dread overshadowed my mind, it was the dread of my
mother's death. Her constitution had never been strong, and it had been
considerably shaken by her last illness; this I knew, and this I saw--for
the eyes of fear are marvellously keen. Well, things went on in this way
till I had come of age; my tutors were then dismissed, and my uncle the
baronet took me in hand, telling my mother that it was high time for him
to exert his authority; that I must see something of the world, for that,
if I remained much longer with her, I should be ruined. 'You must
consign him to me,' said he, 'and I will introduce him to the world.' My
mother sighed and consented; so my uncle the baronet introduced me to the
world, took me to horse races and to London, and endeavoured to make a
man of me according to his idea of the term, and in part succeeded. I
became moderately dissipated--I say moderately, for dissipation had but
little zest for me.
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