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The Path to Rome · Chapter

The Path to Rome explained

The narrator continues his journey through Switzerland, crossing the Brienzer Grat and finding shelter in a remote inn where he is cared for by a kind family.

What happens

The narrator continues his journey through Switzerland, crossing the Brienzer Grat and finding shelter in a remote inn where he is cared for by a kind family. He reflects on the quality of books as a refuge from tedium, the difficulty of communication across cultures, and the unifying power of shared symbols like the Cross. After resting, he descends toward Italy, eventually reaching the plain of Rome. He describes a night march along the Cassian Way, driven by an exaltation and passion to achieve, and finally sleeps in a granary near Rome, still beckoned by the city in his dreams.

Themes in this chapter

  • Pilgrimage and Faith

    The narrator's journey is driven by a vow and a sense of purpose, culminating in the approach to Rome, the goal of his pilgrimage.

  • The Art of Writing and Style

    The narrator reflects on the quality of books as a refuge from living, and the ability of writing to fix elusive hours and make them timeless.

  • Critique of Proverbs and Conventional Wisdom

    The narrator critiques the proverb about dew on a just man, noting that in the cold evening, they would have done better to warm the righteous.

Characters to notice

  • Unknown

    The narrator continues his pilgrimage, reflecting on the tedium of travel and the joy of books, and experiences a night march toward Rome.

  • Auctor

    The narrator addresses Auctor in a dialogue about the nature of lonely travel and the structure of the book.

  • Mr. Hard Lector

    Lector is addressed in a brief exchange where Auctor defends the digressions of lonely travel.

  • The Priest

    The priest is mentioned in the context of the Cross as a symbol that unites different races.

  • Germans

    The Germans are referenced in the description of the sunrise over the distant hills of Germany.

  • The Italians

    The Italians are mentioned as the narrator approaches Italy and asks questions of Rome.

Key passages

  • Oh, blessed quality of books, that makes them a refuge from living! For in a book everything can be made to fit in, all tedium can be skipped over, and the intense moments can be made timeless and eternal

    Books are a blessed refuge from life because they allow us to skip over boring parts and make intense moments last forever.

    The narrator praises the power of writing to transcend the tedium of real experience.

  • there is one thing that makes people of utterly different races understand each other; for when I saw that tree I knew precisely where I stood. So once all we Europeans understood each other, but now we are divided by the worst malignancies of nations and classes

    A shared symbol like a cross can unite people of different races, but modern Europe is divided by nationalism and class hatred.

    The narrator reflects on the unifying power of the Cross and the divisiveness of contemporary nationalism.

  • I ate and drank in a reverie, still wondering, and then lay down beneath the shade of a little tree that stood alone upon that edge of a new world. And wondering, I fell asleep under the morning sun.

    I ate and drank thoughtfully, then lay down under a tree on the edge of a new world and fell asleep still wondering.

    The narrator pauses to rest and reflect on the significance of the plain before Rome.

  • All the night long, mile after mile, I hurried along the Cassian Way. For five days I had slept through the heat, and the southern night had become my daytime; and though the mist was dense, and though the moon, now past her quarter, only made a vague place in heaven, yet expectation and fancy took more than the place of sight.

    I marched all night along the Cassian Way, having adapted to sleeping during the day, and despite the fog and dim moonlight, my anticipation and imagination guided me better than sight.

    The narrator describes his night march toward Rome, driven by expectation and imagination.