Meanwhile I amused myself with dipping my cup into differing streams. Now it was Hegel on the meaning of history, and then it was Bacon on the virtues of scientific method. Today I took in Sidney Webb's socialistic investigations, while tomorrow I listened to the simple wisdom of Jacob Boehme. Anon the paradoxes of Oscar Wilde brought champagne to my beaker; then the remote thoughts of James Hinton engaged my attention. And so I moved on, visiting such other varying rivers of thought as the scientific Huxley, the irritable Schopenhauer, the imperturbable Emerson, the deep Upanishads, the Persian poets, the inspiring Bhagavad Gita, the delightful Shelley, and the unforgettable novel Zanoni by Lord Lytton.
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