Excerpt from A Holiday With a Hegelian<br><br>It was a beautiful morning, and I enjoyed pacing up and down along the cart-road Opposite to the cottage. When ever I find myself in some secluded place on the Continent, I feel as if my whole being were renewed. People who spend their life in the same rut can never have an idea what a vivifying effect even a short stay among a strange people exercises on all one's faculties. It is not so much change of scenery that appeals to me; in this respect I am unlike most Englishmen. I like to experience vividly a change of manners, language, temperament, religion - a change, in short, in mental horizon. When I realise that what in one country is considered a matter of course, if not a sine qua non, of life - say, the carrying of sleeping garments with us - is of no consequence in another, I feel strangely free.<br><br>In watching the cottage and the waving forest on either side of that remote valley, I could not help musing how narrow, after all, is individual life. Up till now I had been quite oblivious of the very existence of these parts. So far as I was concerned, all has come to be only now. Yet, in spite of my obliviousness, human hearts were throbbing here with joy and distress, with hope and despair.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.