"My journey to your castle was very long. I crossed the Apennies during the summer, and passing through Florence I arrived at Pistoia in the beginning of June" (357).
Beatrice reflects here on how unhappy she felt comparing herself to Euthanasia. She also talks about how her lonliness made her feel as if she was cast out at sea with no option to return to land: "I remained nearly three months at Pistoia, very unhappy, hesitsting, -- cast about, as a boat that for ever shifts its sail, but can never find the right wind to lead it into port."
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