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Become Someone-ALONE

Condensed from The Yale Review
Mary Ellen Chase
Professor of English literature at Smith College;
author of "A Goodly Fellowship," etc.

SOME 12 years ago I went to England, to Cornwall, all by myself.
The trip was in the nature of an experiment. Frankly, although I had always loved to be alone for hours and even for days, I contemplated an entire summer in a foreign country with some uneasiness. I was assailed by all the usual anxieties: illness alone, accident alone, and above all else loneliness. But I resolutely put them out of my mind and set forth, Tourist Class, with a cabin and table to myself.
I began to realize at once the privileges of being alone. "The soul of a journey," Hazlitt writes, "is liberty to think, feel, do just as one pleases." I could read until all hours of the night. I could sing in my cabin all I liked, however tunelessly. I was free from invitation to play ship games at which I am deplorably stupid. I had time to think over events of the past year, to plan for the next. I had time to weigh one point of view against another on all manner of subjects and to determine my own honest attitude toward them. I had time to look at myself quite as though I were analyzing another person, with no necessity for deceit.
One day I spent hours attempting to remember just what I had done in what place during the summer holidays of the past 25 years. The effort brought sharply home to me how blurred most experiences become, not because of their lack of value in themselves but merely because we have not taken time either to appreciate them while they were near at hand or to recollect and relive them in the years following. ®n another day I lived over my life as a young

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