The Essays of Montaigne

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The Essays of Montaigne Michel de Montaigne

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  Manythingsseemgreaterbyimaginationthantheyareineffect;Ihavepassedagoodpartofmylifeinaperfectandentirehealth;Isay,notonlyentire,but,moreover,sprightlyandwanton。Thisstate,sofullofverdure,jollity,andvigour,madetheconsiderationofsicknesssoformidabletome,thatwhenIcametoexperienceit,IfoundtheattacksfaintandeasyincomparisonwithwhatIhadapprehended。OfthisIhavedailyexperience;ifIamundertheshelterofawarmroom,inastormyandtempestuousnight,Iwonderhowpeoplecanliveabroad,andamafflictedforthosewhoareoutinthefields:ifIamtheremyself,Idonotwishtobeanywhereelse。ThisonethingofbeingalwaysshutupinachamberIfanciedinsupportable:butIwaspresentlyinuredtobesoimprisonedaweek,nayamonthtogether,inaveryweak,disordered,andsadcondition;andIhavefoundthat,inthetimeofmyhealth,Imuchmorepitiedthesick,thanIthinkmyselftobepitiedwhenIamso,andthattheforceofmyimaginationenhancesnearone—halfoftheessenceandrealityofthething。IhopethatwhenIcometodieIshallfinditthesame,andthat,afterall,itisnotworththepainsItake,somuchpreparationandsomuchassistanceasIcallin,toundergothestroke。

  But,atallevents,wecannotgiveourselvestoomuchadvantage。

  Inthetimeofourthirdorsecondtroubles(Idonotwellrememberwhich),goingonedayabroadtotaketheair,aboutaleaguefrommyownhouse,whichisseatedintheverycentreofallthebustleandmischiefofthelatecivilwarsinFrance;thinkingmyselfinallsecurityandsoneartomyretreatthatIstoodinneedofnobetterequipage,Ihadtakenahorsethatwentveryeasyuponhispace,butwasnotverystrong。

  Beinguponmyreturnhome,asuddenoccasionfallingouttomakeuseofthishorseinakindofservicethathewasnotaccustomedto,oneofmytrain,alusty,tallfellow,mounteduponastrongGermanhorse,thathadaveryillmouth,freshandvigorous,toplaythebraveandsetonaheadofhisfellows,comesthunderingfullspeedintheverytrackwhereI

  was,rushinglikeaColossusuponthelittlemanandthelittlehorse,withsuchacareerofstrengthandweight,thatheturnedusbothoverandover,topsy—turvywithourheelsintheair:sothattherelaythehorseoverthrownandstunnedwiththefall,andItenortwelvepacesfromhimstretchedoutatlength,withmyfaceallbatteredandbroken,myswordwhichIhadhadinmyhand,abovetenpacesbeyondthat,andmybeltbrokenalltopieces,withoutmotionorsenseanymorethanastock。

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