It had suddenly become clear to me that I wanted to learn more about the law. I found myself amongst what appeared to be a group of German politicians perhaps in the German Parliament where there seemed to have been some kind of election which had affected the German Constitution. I was working with one of the politicians there who shouted at me from a group of men that I should find some paper to write the Constitution on.
Although I could write on a piece of grayish-looking cardboard I had in my hand I decided I needed some white paper. I looked until I located some long sheets of white paper which I thought would do nicely. At first I thought the sheets might be too long and I would have to cut them off a bit, but then I decided that wouldn't be necessary.
I began writing on one of the sheets simply putting down the title of the Constitution at the top. It was obviously going to require much work to copy down the entire Constitution; perhaps it would be best to find a woman, perhaps a secretary, to do the work. But I decided I wouldn't mind doing it myself because it would give me a chance to learn what was contained in the German Constitution.
Suddenly my patron had to leave and I followed him outside where he boarded some kind of horse-drawn coach. He seemed as if he were dressed in clothes out of the 1800s. He was a portly gentleman (probably in his late 40s). As he pulled away he hollered to me and some other people standing near me that by all means we should visit the Temple of Cleopatra while we were there. But he said the jewels wouldn't be on display today. Then in a rush his coach raced off.
A young blond-haired fellow and his girl friend were standing next to me. It seemed that my patron had addressed us as a group and although I didn't know the couple, I asked them if they would like for the three of us to go together to visit the Temple. But they just walked away without even responding to me.
The look of the city and the street where I found myself reminded me of Paris. I knew there was a lot to see there and I thought I might just go to the Temple of Cleopatra by myself. But what I really wanted to do was read some more about the law. So I returned inside the building, which I knew contained a large library. There I found an old brown hard-cover book and opened it. I knew the book was the story of a legislator who had lived in the early 1800s, although it wasn't entirely clear to me whether he had been American or French.
I opened to the first page but was disappointed to see that the words on the left side of the page couldn't be read. I flipped to the second page where all the words were legible and I began reading. The book was written in English and it began describing how the legislator as a young man in his early 20s had first gone to Parliament. He had been quite wealthy and the book portrayed him as having "a bourse three times the size of a dozen men." I was awed to think what it would be like to have as much money as 36 ordinary men. I certainly didn't have that kind of money; but it occurred to me that I could earn it if I worked at it. Many things were now possible in the age in which I lived.
The author of the book then took a personal tone and posed the question of whether he himself would have liked to have been in the young legislator's place and the author seemed to indicate that anyone would have liked it.
The first, second and last name of the young legislator were given. His last two names were "King Lewis." I couldn't remember having ever heard of him before. But I thought it was certainly going to be interesting reading about him.
The book began telling an anecdote about the legislator. Apparently sometimes he could be rather haughty. One night he was being driven by his coach man in his coach down the wrong side of a quiet street. Another coach began coming in the other direction toward him; but he ordered his coachman to continue on. The two coaches approached each other and neither seemed like it was going to halt. Finally at the last instant both coaches stopped. The young legislator hollered to the man in the other coach, "You almost hit me!"
The response came back from inside the coach, "And I would have, too, if you hadn't stopped."
The time when the legislator lived seemed to me to have been an exciting one and I especially liked the idea of riding in coaches. And as I read along I suddenly realized I was actually riding a small coach. I was up on top steering the thing. But there were no horses. It just seemed to be moving on its own and had a lever on the side with which I could brake it with my right hand.
I began quickly going up a hill. The moon lit the night, and I let out a long, piercing cackle. I felt exuberant. I crested the top of the hill and I began going down the other side. I could see that the decline stretched out far in front of me with large old houses on both sides of the street. Suddenly I realized I was picking up speed and I began pulling the lever to put on the brake. But after pulling the brake to the maximum, I was still unable to stop the coach. I had slowed it down, but I was still moving rather quickly.
Finally I made a rapid decision, steered the coach to the side of the road and jumped while it was still moving. The coach came to a stop. Unharmed I walked to the coach, picked it up (it was as light as a straw basket) and slung it over my shoulders. It appeared undamaged and I hoped it wasn't hurt because I needed to return it to the library from where I had borrowed it. I set off walking back to the library.
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