. A tour round my garden . Natural history. WHO ARE MAD, AND WHO SANE. 71 the wool and the hides of dead animals. The boat in which we glide between the river's green banks—why, it was a dead tree that supplied the planks for it. This fire before which we chat, is fed by the members of carcases of trees. Your joyous festivals, your every day repasts, present to your eyes and your appetites portions of dead animals. This wine, of which you boast the age, reminds you that he who gathered the vintage, he who made the corks, that he who bottled it, and all who were then living, are dead. And in th
. A tour round my garden . Natural history. WHO ARE MAD, AND WHO SANE. 71 the wool and the hides of dead animals. The boat in which we glide between the river's green banks—why, it was a dead tree that supplied the planks for it. This fire before which we chat, is fed by the members of carcases of trees. Your joyous festivals, your every day repasts, present to your eyes and your appetites portions of dead animals. This wine, of which you boast the age, reminds you that he who gathered the vintage, he who made the corks, that he who bottled it, and all who were then living, are dead. And in the evening, when you go to the theatre to see Cinna or Mithridates repre- sented, those personages you look upon, are they not the shades of the dead whom you evoke that they may come and gambol before you and amuse you? When these thoughts come over me, I am seized with a profound horror for all trouble, anxiety, and agitation; I only think of living quietly, without a care for the present or the future, and I wonder at the extravagance of all those men who, having but two hours to sleep, pass those two hours in making and turning over their bed. It appears to me that I then see all these people who are elbowing each other, in order to attain I don't know what, to be furious madmen; and I became of the opinion of that philosopher, who pre- tended to have discovered the true reason for there being, in aU great cities, a lunatic asylum: it is, that by shutting up some poor creatures under the name of madmen, strangers might believe that all who are out of that hospital are Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Karr, Alphonse, 1808-1890; Wood, J. G. (John George), 1827-1889. London : F. Warne ; New York : Scribner, Welford and Armstrong
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