"The Dogs upon his path, again, are all the disloyal envious
persons of the Writing Class, whom his success has offended;
and, more generally, all the dishonest hungry persons who can gain
a morsel by biting him: and their name is legion. It must be
owned, about as ugly a Doggery ('INFAME CANAILLE' he might well
reckon them) as has, before or since, infested the path of a man.
They are not hired and set on, as angry suspicion might suggest;
but they are covertly somewhat patronized by the Mirepoix, or
orthodox Official class. Scandalous Ex-Jesuit Desfontaines,
Thersites Freron,--these are but types of an endless Doggery;
whose names and works should be blotted out; whose one claim to
memory is, that the riding man so often angrily sprang down, and
tried horsewhipping them into silence. A vain attempt.
The individual hound flies howling, abjectly petitioning and
promising; but the rest bark all with new comfort, and even he
starts again straightway. It is bad travelling in those woods,
with such Lions and such Dogs. And then the sparsely scattered
HUMAN Creatures (so we may call them in contrast, persons of
Quality for most part) are not always what they should be.
The grand mansions you arrive at, in this waste-howling solitude,
prove sometimes essentially Robber-towers;--and there may be
Armida Palaces, and divine-looking Armidas, where your ultimate
fate is still worse.

'Que le monde est rempli d'enchanteurs, je ne dis rien
d'enchanteresses!'

To think of it, the solitary Ishmaelite journeying, never so well
mounted, through such a wilderness: with lions, dogs, human