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Then a fit of curiosity seizes me, the least inquisitive of beings: there are museums, libraries, assemblies, churches, palaces, gardens, and theatres to visit. I am fond of pictures, fond of music, fond of sculpture; all these are beautiful and good, but they cannot appease hunger, nor take the place of my pleasant readings of Bailly, Hume, and Tennemann, which I used to enjoy by my fireside when I was able to read. THEN A FIT OF CURIOSITY SEIZES ME THE LEAST INQUISITIVE OF BEINGS THERE ARE MUSEUMS LIBRARIES ASSEMBLIES CHURCHES PALACES GARDENS AND THEATRES TO VISIT I AM FOND OF PICTURES FOND OF MUSIC FOND OF SCULPTURE ALL THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD BUT THEY CANNOT APPEASE HUNGER NOR TAKE THE PLACE OF MY PLEASANT READINGS OF BAHI HUME AND TENEMENT WHICH I USED TO ENJOY BY MY FAIRSIGHT WHEN I WAS ABLE TO READ
 abandon the place without regret to seek a more peaceful residence in a provincial town, provided always the town shall afford me the means of living, bread, a bed, books, rest, and solitude. How I miss, my good Proudhon, that dark, obscure, smoky chamber in which I dwelt in Besancon, and where we spent so many pleasant hours in the discussion of philosophy! Do you remember it? But that is now far away. Will that happy time ever return? Shall we one day meet again? Here my life is restless, uncertain, precarious, and, what is worse, indolent, illiterate, and vagrant. I do no work, I live in idleness, I ramble about; I do not read, I no longer study; my books are forsaken; now and then I glance over a few metaphysical works, and after a days walk through dirty, filthy, crowded streets. I lie down with empty head and tired body, to repeat the performance on the following day. What is the object of these walks, you will ask. I make visits, my friend; I hold interviews with stupid people. EVER WHICH POSSESSES ME HAS LEFT ME I SHALL ABANDON THE PLACE WITHOUT REGRET TO SEEK A MORE PEACEFUL RESIDENCE IN A PROVINCIAL TOWN PROVIDED ALWAYS THE TOWN SHALL AFFORD ME THE MEANS OF LIVING BREAD A BED BOOKS REST AND SOLITUDE HOW I MISS MY GOOD PRUDENT THAT DARK OBSCURE SMOKY CHAMBER IN WHICH I DWELT IN BOSONZO AND WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY PLEASANT HOURS IN THE DISCUSSION OF PHILOSOPHY DO YOU REMEMBER IT BUT THAT IS NOW FAR AWAY WILL THAT HAPPY TIME EVER RETURN SHALL WE ONE DAY MEET AGAIN HERE MY LIFE IS RESTLESS UNCERTAIN PRECARIOUS AND WHAT IS WORSE INDOLENT ILLITERATE AND VAGRANT I DO NO WORK I LIVE IN IDLENESS I RAMBLE ABOUT I DO NOT READ I NO LONGER STUDY MY BOOKS ARE FORSAKEN NOW AND THEN I GLANCE OVER A FEW METAPHYSICAL WORKS AND AFTER A DAY'S WALK THROUGH DIRTY FILTHY CROWDED STREETS I LIE DOWN WITH EMPTY HEAD AND TIRED BODY TO REPEAT THE PERFORMANCE ON THE FOLLOWING DAY WHAT IS THE OBJECT OF THESE WALKS YOU WILL ASK I MAKE VISITS MY FRIEND I HOLD INTERVIEWS WITH STUPID PEOPLE
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