And yet
there succeeded not indeed other griefs, yet the causes of other
griefs. For whence had that former grief so easily reached my inmost
soul but that I had poured out my soul upon the dust in loving one,
that must die, as if he would never die. For what restored and
refreshed me chiefly, was the solaces of other friends with whom I
did love what instead of thee I loved: and this was a |P1249|p1 great
fable and protracted lie, by whose adulterous stimulus our soul,
which lay itching in our ears, was defiled. But that fable would not
die to me so oft as any of my friends died. There were other things
which in them did more take my mind; to talk and jest together; to do
kind offices by turns; to read together honied books; to play the
fool or be earnest together; to dissent at times without discontent,
as a man might with his ownself; and even with the seldomness of
those dissentings, to season our more frequent consentings; sometimes
to teach, and sometimes learn; long for the absent with impatience,
and welcome the coming with joy."
-- BOOK 4.
_Europe and European Books_
The American Academy, the Historical Society, and Harvard
University, would do well to make the Cunard steamers the subject of
examination in regard to their literary and ethical influence.
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