mania； in so much that he would talk very rationally on any subject in the world but a tulip。
He told me； that he valued the bed of flowers which lay before us； and was not above twenty yards in length and two in breadth； more than he would the best hundred acres of land in England； and added； that it would have been worth twice the money it is； if a foolish cook； maid of his had not almost ruined him in the last winter； by mistaking a handful of tulip roots for a heap of onions； and “by that means；” says he； “made me a dish of pottage that cost me above thousand pounds sterling。” He then showed me what he thought the finest of his tulips； which I found received all their value from their rarity； and oddness； and put me in mind of our great fortunes； which are not always the greatest beauties。
I have often looked upon it as a piece of happiness； that I have never fallen into any of these fantastical tastes； nor esteemed anything the more for its being the unmon and hard to be met with。 For this reason I look upon the whole country in springtime as a spacious garden； and make as many visits to a spot of daisies or a bank of violets； as a florist does to his borders or parterres。 There is not a bush in blossom within a mile of me； which I am not acquainted with； nor scarce a daffodil of cowslip that withers away in my neighborhood without my missing it； I walked home in this temper of mind through several fields and meadows wit hand unspeakable pleasure； not without reflecting on the bounty of Providence which has made the most pleasing and most beautiful objects the most ordinary and most mon。
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一個想要追求孤獨的人，不但要離開自己的臥室，還要離開社會。在我閱讀和寫作之時，儘管無人相伴，可我沒有覺得孤獨。然而，假如有誰用盡心思追求孤獨，那就讓他抬頭凝望星空吧。那來自天國的光芒，能在他和他生活的天地之間