Дэвид Копперфильд

Absence

           LetmelookupfromitasatlastIdid,thankHeaven!andfromitslong,sad,wretcheddream,todawn.

           FormanymonthsItravelledwiththisever-darkeningclouduponmymind.SomeblindreasonsthatIhadfornotreturninghomereasonsthenstrugglingwithinme,vainly,formoredistinctexpressionkeptmeonmypilgrimage.Sometimes,Ihadproceededrestlesslyfromplacetoplace,stoppingnowhere;sometimes,Ihadlingeredlonginonespot.Ihadhadnopurpose,nosustainingsoulwithinme,anywhere.

           IwasinSwitzerland.IhadcomeoutofItaly,overoneofthegreatpassesoftheAlps,andhadsincewanderedwithaguideamongtheby-waysofthemountains.Ifthoseawfulsolitudeshadspokentomyheart,Ididnotknowit.Ihadfoundsublimityandwonderinthedreadheightsandprecipices,intheroaringtorrents,andthewastesoficeandsnow;butasyet,theyhadtaughtmenothingelse.

           Icame,oneeveningbeforesunset,downintoavalley,whereIwastorest.Inthecourseofmydescenttoit,bythewindingtrackalongthemountain-side,fromwhichIsawitshiningfarbelow,Ithinksomelong-unwontedsenseofbeautyandtranquillity,somesofteninginfluenceawakenedbyitspeace,movedfaintlyinmybreast.Irememberpausingonce,withakindofsorrowthatwasnotalloppressive,notquitedespairing.Irememberalmosthopingthatsomebetterchangewaspossiblewithinme.

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