Journey to Ingolstadt

I loved my brothers, Elizabeth, and Clerval; these were “old familiar faces;” but I believed

myself totally unfitted for the company of strangers. Such were my reflections as I commenced my

journey; but as I proceeded, my spirits and hopes rose. I ardently desired

the acquisition of knowledge. I had often, when at home, thought it hard

to remain during my youth cooped up in one place, and had longed to enter the world,

and take my station among other human beings. Now my desires were complied with,

and it would, indeed, have been folly to repent. I had sufficient

leisure for these and many other reflections during my journey to Ingolstadt, which was long and