Word: vagabonder
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Those who have been with the Vagabond on some of his previous journeys may know that he too is an admirer of Alice and her wonderland friends. It is only the pressure of routine affairs that kept the Vagabond even these few days from telling of a conversation he overheard as he lay musing in his Tower the other night. Alice, apparcutly, had been reading over some fables; and, as usual, trying to make conversation...
This is the Age of Romanticism. And, gentle readers, please know the Vagabond is losing no time. In matters of love one must strike while the heart is warm. Already the Vagabond has found the sleeping princess--and a beautiful one, too! Already--valiant fellow! --he has slain the fire-eyed dragon. Already--oh clever one! --he has cut a piece from her priceless veil. Already--with his wand--he has awakened her from her magic sleep; already seated her on her golden throne. And things thus far are going well. Already he has approached her with these sweet words...
Bless his soul, the Vagabond could not help taking that little fairy tale from Heine. It is the Age of Romanticism. And the Vagabond feels his kindred spirits. It is a poetic Germany welcoming back all that is spontaneous and imaginative in literature. It is a time when the Vagabond could indulge all his spiritual instincts; even the wildest and most wayward. And the Vagabond is happy; happy with the good earth which a few years before this age was all the devil...
...well while looking at the stars; and once upon a time there was a philosopher who plucked the feathers from a rooster and sent it to a teacher who had defined man as a featherless biped. And then there were lines which as a young lad the Vagabond was made to learn...
This morning the Vagabond has the privilege to suggest that if there are those old ones who would like to feast at the table of one of the most musical of philosophers they follow him to Emerson F at 12 where Professor Whitehead luctures. The Vagabond must confess he has attended these lectures for nearly three years. He still doesn't understand. But then again, as the philosophers themselves say, philosophy is a chase and the joy is in the running...