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Yes, plucked!-Phew! I'm plucked clean enough indeed.

Well, well, I've a trifle still left in reserve;
I've a little in America, a little in my pocket;
so I won't be quite driven to beg my bread.-
And at bottom this middle condition is best.
I'm no longer a slave to my coachman and horses;
I haven't to fret about postchaise or baggage;
I am master, in short, of the situation.-
What path should I choose? Many paths lie before me;
and a wise man is known from a fool by his choice.
My business life is a finished chapter;
my love-sports, too, are a cast-off garment.
I feel no desire to live back like a crab.
"Forward or back, and it's just as far;
out or in, and it's just as strait,"-
so I seem to have read in some luminous work.-
I'll try something new, then; ennoble my course;
find a goal worth the labour and money it costs.
Shall I write my life without dissimulation,-
a book for guidance and imitation?
Or stay-! I have plenty of time at command;-
what if, as a travelling scientist,
I should study past ages and time's voracity?
Ay, sure enough; that is the thing for me!
Legends I read e'en in childhood's days,
and since then I've kept up that branch of learning.-
I will follow the path of the human race!
Like a feather I'll float on the stream of history,
make it all live again, as in a dream,-
see the heroes battling for truth and right,
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