Chapter 3
Bessie had...brought up...a tart on a certain brightly painted china plate.... This precious vessel was now placed on my knee, and I was cordially invited to eat the circlet of delicate pastry upon it. Vain favour! coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late! I could not eat the tart.... Bessie asked if I would have a book...I begged her to fetch Gulliver’s Travels...[which] I considered...a narrative of facts.... Lilliput and Brobdignag...I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now placed in my hand...all was eerie and dreary... Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book...and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.