human
when she laid the book down. I want the philosopher himself to read it, because the _pre_-philosophic period--the childhood and poetry of his life--lay among the furrowed fields and pious peasantry. If he _could_ be urged to read a novel! I should like, if possible, to give him the same sort of pleasure he has given me in the early chapters of
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Sartor, where he describes little Diogenes eating his porridge on the wall in sight of the sunset, and gaining deep wisdom from the contemplation of the pigs and other
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Mirage Philosophy --and I confess the
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Life of Frederic