But, alas, I have such a limited spirit, so feeble a memory, that I can’t make any progress. This long illness has parched my poor head. How painful … - George Sand

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But, alas, I have such a limited spirit, so feeble a memory, that I can’t make any progress. This long illness has parched my poor head. How painful it is to me to open these big books! The odor of damp parchment makes me faint, and all the letters aligned and printed with discouraging symmetry make me dizzy. [...] Just yesterday I confused “objectivity” with “subjectivity” and last night I dreamed about the definition of the absolute. I dreamed I was in a beautiful meadow and watched the flow of a stream of living water. It seemed to me that there were some words written in the depths of its
transparent bed, and I read there all sorts of beautiful things, as though in a book.