kissed her hand, and the sea carried me off. To be young and healthy, twenty-five years old; to love no particular person male or female (this would narrow your heart and keep you from loving all things with equal disinterestedness and fervor); to travel on foot, alone, from one end of Italy to the other, with a carpetbag over your shoulder; and for it to be springtime, and then for summer to arrive, and after that autumn and winter laden with fruit and rain—what impudence for man to desire any greater happiness!
