CHAPTER II: IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE
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2. CHAPTER II: IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE
THOUGH I have this bad habit of soliloquising, and indeed am absurd enough to attempt conversation with a house, yet the reader must realise from the beginning that I am still quite a young man. I talked a little just now as though I were an octogenarian. Actually, as I said, I am but just gone thirty, and I may reasonably regard life, as the saying is, all before me. I was a little down-hearted when I wrote yesterday. Besides, I wrote at the end of the afternoon, a melancholy time. The morning is the time to write. We are all — that is, those of us who sleep well — optimists in the morning. And the world is sad enough without our writing books to make it sadder. The rest of this book, I promise you, shall be written of a morning. This book! oh, yes, I
"Then,'' suggested the idea, with a blush for its own absurdity, "why not go on pilgrimage and seek her? I don't believe you+'ll find her. She is+n't usually found after thirty. But you+'ll no doubt have good fun by the way, and fall in with many pleasant adventures.''
"A brave idea, indeed!'' I cried. "By Heaven, I will take stick and knapsack and
CHAPTER II: IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE
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