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Diary of a Pilgrimage

PREFACE

Said a friend of mine to me some months ago: "Well now, why don't
you write a SENSIBLE book? I should like to see you make people
think."
"Do you believe it can be done, then?" I asked.
"Well, try," he replied.
Accordingly, I have tried. This is a sensible book. I want you to
understand that. This is a book to improve your mind. In this book I tell
you all about Germany--at all events, all I know about Germany--and
the Ober-Ammergau Passion Play. I also tell you about other things. I
do not tell you all I know about all these other things, because I do not
want to swamp you with knowledge. I wish to lead you gradually.
When you have learnt this book, you can come again, and I will tell
you some more. I should only be defeating my own object did I, by
making you think too much at first, give you a perhaps, lasting dislike
to the exercise. I have purposely put the matter in a light and attractive
form, so that I may secure the attention of the young and the frivolous.
I do not want them to notice, as they go on, that they are being
instructed; and I have, therefore, endeavoured to disguise from them, so
far as is practicable, that this is either an exceptionally clever or an
exceptionally useful work. I want to do them good without their
knowing it. I want to do you all good--to improve your minds and to
make you think, if I can.
WHAT you will think after you have read the book, I do not want to
know; indeed, I would rather not know. It will be sufficient reward for
me to feel that I have done my duty, and to receive a percentage on the

gross sales.
LONDON, March, 1891.

DIARY OF A PILGRIMAGE

MONDAY, 19TH

My Friend B.--Invitation to the Theatre.--A Most Unpleasant
Regulation.--Yearnings of the Embryo Traveller.--How to Make the
Most of One's Own Country.--Friday, a Lucky Day.--The Pilgrimage
Decided On.
My friend B. called on me this morning and asked me if I would go to a
theatre with him on Monday next.
"Oh, yes! certainly, old man," I replied. "Have you got an order, then?"
He said:
"No; they don't give orders. We shall have to pay."
"Pay! Pay to go into a theatre!" I answered, in astonishment. "Oh,
nonsense! You are joking."
"My dear fellow," he rejoined, "do you think I should suggest paying if
it were possible to get in by any other means? But the people who run
this