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There is a great consolation lying all bottled and matured for those who choose to take it, in the modern world -- and yet how few turn to it and drink the bracing draft! It is a consolation for dust and frequency and fatigue and despair -- this consolation is the Discovery of the World.
The world has no end to it. You can discover one town which you had thought well known, or one quarter of the town, or one house in the quarter of the town, or one room in that house, or one picture in that room. The avenues of discovery open out infinite in number and quite a little distance from their centre (which is yourself and your local, tired, repeated experience) these avenues diverge outwards and lead to the most amazingly different things.