If, thus hampered, he could outstrip competitors who had every advantage of circumstance, the more glorious his triumph.
Sunday was an interval of leisure.

Rejoicing in deliverance from Sabbatarianism, he generally spent the morning in a long walk, and the rest of the day was devoted to non-collegiate reading.

He had subscribed to a circulating library, and thus obtained new publications recommended to him in the literary paper which again taxed his stomach.
Mere class-work did not satisfy him.

He was possessed with throes of spiritual desire, impelling him towards that world of unfettered speculation which he had long indistinctly imagined.

It was a great thing to learn what the past could teach, to set himself on the common level of intellectual men; but he understood that college learning could not be an end in itself, that the Professors to whom he listened either did not speak out all that was in their minds, or, if they did, were far from representing the advanced guard of modern thought.