I summoned up all my resolution, and cherished a disdain of yielding to this ignoble destiny.

I reflected that the source of all energy, and even of life, is seated in thought; that nothing is arduous to human efforts; that the external frame will seldom languish, while actuated by an unconquerable soul.
I fought against my dreary feelings, which pulled me to the earth.

I quickened my pace, raised my drooping eyelids, and hummed a cheerful and favourite air.

For all that I accomplished during this day, I believe myself indebted to the strenuousness and ardour of my resolutions.
I went from one tavern to another.

One was deserted; in another the people were sick, and their attendants refused to hearken to my inquiries or offers; at a third, their horses were engaged.