taste, and that it is written, moreover, in a style which many French writers adopt, but which I find trying — a style cut into short paragraphs and wearing an air of rigorous scientific deduction without the reality.
Very likely, however, I do M. de Tocqueville
My debility in high speculation is well known, and I mean to attempt his book on Democracy again when I have seen America
once more, and when years may have brought to me, perhaps, more of the philosophic mind.
Meanwhile, however, it will be evident how serious a matter I think it to write a worthy book about the United States
, when I am not entirely satisfied with even M. de Tocqueville
But before I went to America
, and when I had no expectation of ever going there, I published, under the title of “A word about America
,” not indeed a book, but a few modest remarks on what I thought civilization in the United States
might probably be like.
I had before me a Boston newspaper article, which said that if I ever visited America
I should find there such and such things; and taking this article for my text I observed that from all I had read and all I could judge I should for my part expect to find there rather such and such other things, which I mentioned.
I said that