Shut up in his room, he was filled with a great pity for himself and longed to recover the peace of mind, the calm of the senses, the happy life that had vanished along with the leaf he had abandoned that evening to the drifting current. He opened a novel, but at the first mention of love he pitched the volume down, and fell to reading a book of travel, following the steps of an English explorer into the reed palace of the King of Uganda. He ascended the Upper Nile to Urondogami; hippopotamuses snorted in the swamps, waders and guinea-fowl rose in flight, while a herd of antelopes sped flying through the tall grasses. Воспроизведено в оригинальной авторской орфографии издания 1912 года (издательство "London, John Lane; New York, John Lane"). Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге The Aspirations Of Jean Servien (Анатоль Франс)