Now, when I arrive in a new village, I am uninterested and I look with indifference at its run-of-the-mill appearance; my frigid eyes find no comfort there, I am not amused, and what would in former years have aroused vivacious facial expressions, laughter, and a torrent of words, now passes me by, and my immobile lips preserve a bored silence. Oh, my youth! Oh, my freshness!
