Sublime

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Qui serait assez insensé pour mourir sans avoir fait au moins le tour de sa prison ? Vous le voyez, frère Henri, je suis vraiment un pèlerin. La route est longue, mais je suis jeune.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with outstretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt mys

living.

Quand au soir de sa vie Muir raconte son enfance avec gourmandise, on imagine sa plume gambader, son œil bleu étinceler de malice au moment d’écrire tel ou tel souvenir, et un sourire affleurer dans sa barbe, abondante, mais qui ne savait guère dissimuler ses émotions, ses états d’esprit, cette lucidité amusée qu’il mettait en toutes choses. Il en

During my last year at Cambridge, I read with care and profound interest Humboldt's 'Personal Narrative.' This work, and Sir J. Herschel's 'Introduction to the Study of Natural Philosophy,' stirred up in me a burning zeal to add even the most humble contribution to the noble structure of Natural Science. No one or a dozen other books influenced me

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