The Argosy . Pulpit, Palma Cathedral. For it was impossible to leave A. under present circumstances. Itis not pleasant, moreover, to go about alone. There is no truerproverb than Never less alone than when alone, but those are timesand seasons when snugly buried in ones study, surrounded bycherished books, those companions which never disappoint us. Theygive us all we need, and exactly as we want it. Reciprocity is perfect. Letters from Majorca, 129 The look we search for in a friend and find not; the word weexpect that comes not; the look and the word that do come, butin the wrong place; the
The Argosy . Pulpit, Palma Cathedral. For it was impossible to leave A. under present circumstances. Itis not pleasant, moreover, to go about alone. There is no truerproverb than Never less alone than when alone, but those are timesand seasons when snugly buried in ones study, surrounded bycherished books, those companions which never disappoint us. Theygive us all we need, and exactly as we want it. Reciprocity is perfect. Letters from Majorca, 129 The look we search for in a friend and find not; the word weexpect that comes not; the look and the word that do come, butin the wrong place; the way in which in consequence we are thrownback upon ourselves—nothing of this do we find in our books. Street in Palma. Then the solitude of that great palace which I now inhabit IThroughout the dark hours of the night I am absolutely alone. It is a new experience. Night after night I let myself in witha latchkey, by no means as small as one of Chubbs patents, gropethrough the dark rooms until I reach the spot where Catalina hasleft lamp and matches, and throw some light upon the scene. 130 Letters from Majorca. For Catalina, of course, as usual, returns home to her husbandand children when her daily duties are over. Her present work islight enough. All she has to do is to let herself in with a latchkeyin a morning, prepare my water, spread my sumptuous breakfast oftea and ensaimada, and make me a supply of lemonade for myreturn at night. After that she is at liberty to depart. I light my lamp, and the rooms become only the more solitaryand abandoned. Ghostly reflections are cast upon the walls; Istart at my own shadow. A recollection comes upon me of dayswhen, with companionship,
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