Chapter 8: End of My Oxford Life. Wanderings in Switzerland. Rosa Engel and Catherine North. Italy
Such was my state of mind and feeling toward the end of my Oxford career. An unhealthy, painful state enough. And yet I was continually striving to repress instinct, and to put aside the tyrannous appeals of sense.I took a first class in Literae Humaniores during the summer of 1862. Immediately after this, my father, my sister Charlotte and I travelled through Munich and Innsbruck and the Finstermünz to Venice. For the first time I touched the city of the lagoons. We occupied the first floor of the Hotel d’Europa. The days spent there were enchantment. The magic of the place enthralled me; and it has never wholly lost that early fascination, although now I have lived into it.