Word: vagabonding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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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...
...Vagabond lay musing in his Tower last evening and weaving many a journey for his gentle readers he received a call which was as a bucket of water to the fire in his hearth or as an assassin to those warm spirits who occupy his Sanctum in the mellow hours of the evening. It was from one of his superiors--and a voice much too harsh for the peace of his walls--advising the Vagabond to change his ways: To get out into the sun and feel from those deep philosophical thoughts which have darkened his journeys of late...
...with this sad spirit that the Vagabond muses this morning. He is very sensitive to his friends' pleasure; he would lean over backwards to hold those with whom in past years he journeyed so well and found so many treasures. And the Vagabond will take travels in every realm of adventure. But sadness draws us within ourselves and this morning the Vagabond cannot help thinking of his wounds...
...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...