第15章在行路中遇见自己(14)
Ihaveogotoseeruis,pipanywithafriendoraparty,butratherthetrary,fortheformerreasoheyareintelligiblematters,aalkingabout。Thesetacit,butunidovert。SalisburyPlaiicism,butStonehengewillbearadistiquarian,picturesque,andphilosophisettingoutonapartyofpleasure,thefirstsiderationaleshallgoto,intakingasolitaryramble,thequestioniswhatweshallmeetwithbytheway。“Themindisitsownplaorareweanxioustoarriveattheendofourjourney。Imyselfdothehonoursilywelltoworksofartandcuriosity。IoookapartytoOxfordwith—showedthemthatseatoftheMusesatadistahglisteringspiresandpinna’d—”desthelearhatbreathesfromthegrassyquadraonewallsofhallsahomeintheBodleian;AndatBleesupersededthepowderedethatattendedus,andthatpointedinvainwithhiswandtooiesiures。Asaiontotheab,Ishouldnotfeeltiuringonajourneyiryanion。IshouldwaohearthesoundofmyowhereisaninvoluntaryantipathyinthemindofanEnglishmantnmannersandnotioheassistanpathytocarryitoff。Asthedistaneihisrelief,whichwasatfirstaluxury,beesapassionae。ApersonwouldalmostfeelstifledtofihedesertsofArabiawithoutfriendsandebeallowedtobesomethingihensoroldRomethatclaimstheutteranceofspeedIoyramidsaretoomightyfleplation。Insuchsituations,sooppositetoallone’sordinarytrainofideas,oneseemsaspee’sself,alimbtornofffromsolessohinstantfelloort。—YetIdidhiswantverypressingosetmyfootonthelaughingshoresofFrance。Calaisledwithyahefuse,busymurmuroftheplacewaslikeoilandwiomyears;nordidthemariners’hymn,whigfromthetopofanoldcrazyvesselintheharbour,asthesudown,sendanaliensoundintomysoul。Ioheairofgeneralhumanity。Iwalkedover“thevine-coveredhillsandgayregionsofFraandsatisfied;feofmanwasnotahefootofarbitrarythrones:Iwasatne,forthatofallthegreatschoolsofpaintiome。Thewholeisvanishedlikeashade。Pictures,heroes,glory,freedoms,allarefled,theBourbonsandtheFrehereisundoubtedlyasensatiisthatistobehaditismorepleasihanlasting。Itistooremotefromourhabitualassostobeaontopicofdiscourseorreferend,likeadreamoraeofexistepietoourdailymodesoflife。Itisaamomentaryhalluaoexgeouractualforouridealidentity;ahepulseofouroldtransportsreviveverykee“jump”allourpresentfortsands。Ourromantierantcharaottobedomesticated。Dr。Johnsotlefothefacilitiesofversationinthosewhohadbeenabroad。Infact,thetimeehdelightful,andiructive;butitappearstobecutoutofoursubstantialdhtexistenevertojoinkindlyontoit。Wearenotthesame,butanother,andperhapsmoreenviableindividual,allthetimeweareoutofourowntry。Wearelosttoourselves,aswellasourfriesomewhatquaintlysings,“OutofmydmyselfIgo。”Thosewhowishtetpainfulthoughts,dowelltoabsentthemselvesforawhilefromthetiesarecallthem;butwebesaidonlytofulfillourdestihatgaveusbirth。Ishouldonthisatlikewellenoughtospendthewholeofmylifeintravelingabroad,ifIywhereborrowaospehome!
这世上最快乐的事情之一就是旅行,不过我喜欢独自出门。在房间里,我享受的是社会生活,但是在室外,大自然就是我最好的伙伴。虽然我是一个人,但我从不感到孤独。
“田野是书房,自然是书籍。”
我不认为边走边谈有多明智。置身于乡村田野,我希望自己像草木一样复得自然。我不是来挑剔灌木丛和黑牛的,我走出城市是为了忘却城市和城市中的一切。有的人或许也是因为这个目的来到海滨,却又随身带去了城市的喧闹。我向往世界有着博大的空间而没有世俗的牵绊。我喜欢独处,身在其中独享其乐,而不会去要求“于僻远处觅友,共话独居之乐”。