The Romany Rye: A Sequel to 'Lavengro'Borrow, George
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The Romany Rye: A Sequel to 'Lavengro'
Borrow, George
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
'One day I sat at the breakfast table gazing vacantly around me, my mind
was in a state of inexpressible misery; there was a whirl in my brain,
probably like that which people feel who are rapidly going mad; this
increased to such a degree that I felt giddiness coming upon me. To
abate this feeling I no longer permitted my eyes to wander about, but
fixed them upon an object on the table, and continued gazing at it for
several minutes without knowing what it was. At length the misery in my
head was somewhat stilled, my lips moved, and I heard myself saying,
"What odd marks!" I had fastened my eyes on the side of a teapot, and by
keeping them fixed upon it, had become aware of a fact that had escaped
my notice before--namely, that there were marks upon it. I kept my eyes
fixed upon them, and repeated at intervals, "What strange marks!"--for I
thought that looking upon the marks tended to abate the whirl in my head.
I kept tracing the marks one after the other, and I observed that though
they all bore a resemblance to each other, they were all to a certain
extent different. The smallest portion possible of curious interest had
been awakened within me, and, at last, I asked myself within my own mind,
"What motive could induce people to put such odd marks on their crockery?
They were not pictures, they were not letters. What motive could people
have for putting them there?" At last I removed my eyes from the teapot,
and thought for a few moments about the marks; presently, however, I felt
the whirl returning; the marks became almost effaced from my mind, and I
was beginning to revert to my miserable ruminations, when suddenly
methought I heard a voice say, "The marks! the marks! cling to the marks!
or--" So I fixed my eyes again upon the marks, inspecting them more
attentively, if possible, than I had done before, and, at last, I came to
the conclusion that they were not capricious or fanciful marks, but were
arranged systematically. When I had gazed at them for a considerable
time I turned the teapot round, and on the other side I observed marks of
a similar kind, which I soon discovered were identical with the ones I
had been observing. All the marks were something alike, but all somewhat
different, and on comparing them with each other, I was struck with the
frequent occurrence of a mark crossing an upright line, or projecting
from it, now on the right, now on the left side, and I said to myself,
"Why does this mark sometimes cross the upright line, and sometimes
project?" and the more I thought on the matter the less did I feel of the
misery in my head.
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