Dreams, Waking Thoughts and Incidents

By William Beckford

Release : 1989-04-23

Genre : Fantasy, Books, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Nonfiction, Philosophy, Biographies & Memoirs

Kind : ebook

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June 19th, 1780. - Shall I tell you my dreams? - To give an account of my time is doing, I assure you, but little better. Never did there exist a more ideal being. A frequent mist hovers before my eyes, and, through its medium, I see objects so faint and hazy, that both their colours and forms are apt to delude me. This is a rare confession, say the wise, for a traveller to make: pretty accounts will such a one give of outlandish countries: his correspondents must reap great benefit, no doubt, from such purblind observations. But stop, my good friends; patience a moment! - I really have not the vanity of pretending to make a single remark, during the whole of my journey: if - be contented with my visionary way of gazing, I am perfectly pleased; and shall write away as freely as Mr. A., Mr. B., Mr. C., and a million others whose letters are the admiration of the politest circles.

Dreams, Waking Thoughts and Incidents

By William Beckford

Release : 1989-04-23

Genre : Fantasy, Books, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Nonfiction, Philosophy, Biographies & Memoirs

Kind : ebook

(0 ratings)
June 19th, 1780. - Shall I tell you my dreams? - To give an account of my time is doing, I assure you, but little better. Never did there exist a more ideal being. A frequent mist hovers before my eyes, and, through its medium, I see objects so faint and hazy, that both their colours and forms are apt to delude me. This is a rare confession, say the wise, for a traveller to make: pretty accounts will such a one give of outlandish countries: his correspondents must reap great benefit, no doubt, from such purblind observations. But stop, my good friends; patience a moment! - I really have not the vanity of pretending to make a single remark, during the whole of my journey: if - be contented with my visionary way of gazing, I am perfectly pleased; and shall write away as freely as Mr. A., Mr. B., Mr. C., and a million others whose letters are the admiration of the politest circles.

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