Hyl: I was considering the odd fate of those men who have in all ages, through a desire to mark themselves off from the common people or through heaven knows what trick of their thought, claimed either to believe nothing at all or to believe the most extravagant things in the world.
Phil: With all my heart! It is what I would have requested myself, if you hadn’t asked first. Please, may I share with you the thoughts I have been having?
But I don’t in the least want to deprive myself of your company, for my thoughts always flow more easily in conversation with a friend than when I am alone. Hyl: Yes, I was, and I’d be grateful if you would allow me to carry on with it. But I’m afraid I am interrupting your thoughts for you seemed very intent on something. Can there be a pleasanter time of the day, or a more delightful season of the year? That purple sky, those wild but sweet notes of birds, the fragrant bloom on the trees and flowers, the gentle influence of the rising sun, these and a thousand nameless beauties of nature inspire the soul with secret raptures. Phil: That’s good! It gives you a chance to see what innocent and agreeable pleasures you lose every morning. Hylas: It is indeed somewhat unusual: but my thoughts were so taken up with a subject I was talking about last night that I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get up and walk in the garden. Philonous: Good morning, Hylas: I didn’t expect to find you out and about so early.
0 kommentar(er)
