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Excerpt from An Attic Philosopher in Paris: Or, a Peep at the World From a Garre; Being the Journal of a Happy Man
January Ist. - The day of the month came in to my mind as soon as I awoke. Another year is separated from the chain of ages, and drops into the gulf of the past The crowd hasten to wel come her young sister. But while all looks are turned toward the future, mine revert to the past. Every one smiles upon the new queen; but, in Spite of myself, I think of her whom time has just wrapped in her winding-sheet. The past year l at least I know what she was, and what she has given me; while this one comes surrounded by all the forebodings of the unknown. What does she hide in the clouds which mantle her? Is it the storm or the sunshine? Just now it rains, and I feel my mind as gloomy as the sky. I have a holiday to-day but what can one do with a rainy day? I walk up and down my attic out of tem per, and I determine to light my fire.
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January Ist. - The day of the month came in to my mind as soon as I awoke. Another year is separated from the chain of ages, and drops into the gulf of the past The crowd hasten to wel come her young sister. But while all looks are turned toward the future, mine revert to the past. Every one smiles upon the new queen; but, in Spite of myself, I think of her whom time has just wrapped in her winding-sheet. The past year l at least I know what she was, and what she has given me; while this one comes surrounded by all the forebodings of the unknown. What does she hide in the clouds which mantle her? Is it the storm or the sunshine? Just now it rains, and I feel my mind as gloomy as the sky. I have a holiday to-day but what can one do with a rainy day? I walk up and down my attic out of tem per, and I determine to light my fire.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Author(s) - Emile Souvestre
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ISBN - 9780265177648
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.4 cm
Page Count - 202
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ISBN - 9781331306955
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