I have tried an experiment, and this is the result.

I wanted you to be a man, a human man; I wanted you to grow up unfettered by power; I wanted you to mingle with peoples, here and there, so, when you became their head physician, you could ably minister to their political diseases.

And all this fine ambition tumbles down before the wooden shoes of a pretty goose-girl.
Nothing makes so good a philosopher as a series of blunders and mistakes.

I am beaten; I admit it.

I did my best to save you from this tangle; but it was written that you should put your foot in it.