I have described what image??always opposite to the natural self or the natural world??Wilde, Henley, Morris copied or tried to copy, but I have not said if I found an image for myself. I know very little about myself and much less of that anti?self: probably the woman who y dinner or the woman who sweeps out my study knows more than I. It is perhaps because nature made me a gregarious man, going hither and thither looking for versation, and ready to deny from fear or favour his dearest vi, that I love proud and lonely images. When I was a child a daily to the sextons daughter for writing lessons, I found one poem in her School Reader that delighted me beyond all others: a fragment of some metrical translation from Aristophanes wherein the birds sing s upon mankind. In later years my mind gave itself tarious Shelleys dream of a young man, his hair blanched with sorrow studying philosophy in some loower, or of his old man, master of all human knowledge, ……（内容加载失败！）
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