ABSTRACT
UPON my arrival in London I found myself, at the end of my journey, once more at my point of departure. A few days later, October 9th, to be precise, I sailed from Liverpool for New York. I had been less than seven weeks in Europe, but it seemed to me that I had been away for a year. My head was full of strange and confused impressions and I was reminded of the words of the traveller who, after he had crossed Europe from London to Naples, and had visited faithfully all the museums and neglected none of the regular “sights,” wrote to friends he had visited in Europe a letter full of appreciation, concluding with the remark: “Well, I have seen a great deal and learned a great deal, and I thank God it is all over.”
