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time。 When I am in the country I wish to vegetate1 like the country。 I am not for criticizing hedgerows and black cattle。 I go out of town in order to forget the town and all that is in it。 There are those who for this purpose go to watering places； and carry the metropolis with them。 I like more elbowroom2 and fewer incumbrances3。 I like solitude； when I give myself up to it； for the sake of solitude； nor do I ask for。
“A friend in my retreat； whom I may whisper solitude is sweet。”
The soul of journey is liberty； perfect liberty； to think； feel； do； just as one pleases。 We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments4 and of all inconveniences； to leave ourselves behind； much more to get rid of others。 It is because I want a little breathing space to muse on indifferent matters； where contemplation。
“May plume her feathers and let grow her wings； that in the various hustle of resort were all too ruffled； and sometimes impaired。”
I absent myself from the town for a while； without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself。 Instead of a friend in a post chaise or in a tilbury； to exchange good things with； and vary the same stale topics over again； for once let me have a truce with impertinence5。 Give me the clear blue sky over my head； and the green turf beneath my feet； a winding road before me； and the three hours’ march to dinner — and then to thinking！ It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heath。 I laugh； I run； I lea
