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surprises which you encounter in your travels
must be amusing, and it is a source of regret to
me that I am unable to witness theuL If you
had exercised a little strategy in arranging
your plans, we might have met somewhere in
the course of your journey and made an excursion or two together, and caught a glimpse
of some chamois or, at any rate, some black
squirrels.
Were I not so ill that it is impossible to form two consecutive ideas, I should take advantage of your absence in order to work. I have a promise to fulfil with the Revue des Deux Mondes, and a Life of Brantôme to write, in which I have quantities of rash things to say. It amuses me to arrange and rearrange the sentences in my mind, but when it comes to the point of leaving my easy-chair and of going to my desk to put them on paper, my courage fails me. I am sorry you did not take with you a volume of Beyle on Italy, for it would have entertained you on the way, and it would have given you, besides, some knowledge of social conditions there. Beyle was especially fond of Milan, because it was there he fell in love. I have never been there, but I have never cared for the Milanese whom I have met, for they have always reminded me of French provincials.
