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Acting upon this plan in our subsequent intercourse, he led me to wish
to participate in that cultivation which graced his own intellect. My
active mind, when once it seized upon this new idea, fastened on it
with extreme avidity. At first it was the great object of my ambition
to rival the merits of my father, and render myself worthy of the
friendship of Adrian. But curiosity soon awoke, and an earnest love of
knowledge, which caused me to pass days and nights in reading and
study. I was already well acquainted with what I may term the panorama
of nature, the change of seasons, and the various appearances of heaven
and earth. But I was at once startled and enchanted by my sudden
extension of vision, when the curtain, which had been drawn before the
intellectual world, was withdrawn, and I saw the universe, not only as
it presented itself to my outward senses, but as it had appeared to the
wisest among men. Poetry and its creations, philosophy and its
researches and classifications, alike awoke the sleeping ideas in my
mind, and gave me new ones.
I felt as the sailor, who from the topmast first discovered the shore
of America; and like him I hastened to tell my companions of my
discoveries in unknown regions. But I was unable to excite in any
breast the same craving appetite for knowledge that existed in mine.
Even Perdita was unable to understand me. I had lived in what is
generally called the world of reality, and it was awakening to a new
country to find that there was a deeper meaning in all I saw, besides
that which my eyes conveyed to me. The visionary Perdita beheld in all
this only a new gloss upon an old reading, and her own was sufficiently
inexhaustible to content her. She listened to me as she had done to the
narration of my adventures, and sometimes took an interest in this
species of information; but she did not, as I did, look on it as an
integral part of her being, which having obtained, I could no more put
off than the universal sense of touch.
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