ABSTRACT
At length I am arrived at this port, 86 the object of my desires; but, my dear Aza, I see nothing yet that gives me the happiness I had hoped for. Every object strikes, surprises, astonishes, and leaves only a vague impression behind, and stupid perplexity, which I cannot throw off. 87 My errors destroy my judgement; I remain uncertain, and almost doubt of every thing I see.
