A Sentimental Journey through France and ItalyXist Publishing, 16.09.2015 - 167 Seiten The Birth of Travel Writing “Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me...All comes from thee, great-great SENSORIUM of the world!” - Laurence Sterne, A Sentimental Journey Parson Yorick is an English traveler who doesn’t know much about plots and how to write proper novels. He knows many things however about human character. So he decides to write his impressions and adventures during his travels in France and Italy. No plot, just his encounters with many different men and women. Xist Publishing is a digital-first publisher. Xist Publishing creates books for the touchscreen generation and is dedicated to helping everyone develop a lifetime love of reading, no matter what form it takes |
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... leave their native country, and go abroad for some reason or reasons which may be derived from one of these general causes:— Infirmity of body, Imbecility of mind, or Inevitable necessity. The first two include all those who travel by ...
... leaving us, had been fatal to the situation—she had infallibly turned about;—so I begun the conversation instantly.— —But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologize for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour,—but to give an ...
... leave to the few who feel, to analyze.—Excuse me, Madame, replied I,—I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations.—'Tis impossible, said the lady.—My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration which seem'd not to belong ...
... leave. I guard this box, as I would the instrumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to something better: in truth, I seldom go abroad without it; and oft and many a time have I called up by it the courteous spirit of its owner ...
... , and little or nothing said upon it,—leaves nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind.— Then I solemnly declare, said the lady, blushing, you have been making love to me all this while. TH E R E M I S E . CA.