I found myself entering that pleasant mood in which all books are conceived (but none written); I was smoking the enchanted cigarettes of Balzac, and if this kind of reverie is fatal to action, yet it is so much a factor of happiness that I wasted in the contemplation of that lovely and silent hollow many miles of marching. I suppose if a man were altogether his own master and controlled by no necessity, not even the necessity of expression, all his life would pass away in these sublime imaginings.
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Hilaire Belloc was a 19th-century English english writer. Joseph Hilaire Pierre RenĂ© Belloc was a French-English writer, politician, and historian. Belloc was also an orator, poet, sailor, satirist, writer of letters, soldier, and political activist. Read more on Wikipedia →