from On Going a Journey by William Hazlitt I go out of town in order to forget the town and all that is in it. There are those who for this purpose go to watering-places, and carry the metropolis with them. I like more elbow-room and fewer encumbrances. I like solitude, when I give myself up to it, for the sake of solitude; nor do I ask for “ friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.” The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do, just as one pleases. We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences; to leave ourselves behind much more to get rid of others. It is because I want a little breathing-space to muse on indifferent matters, where Contemplation “May plume her feathers and let grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd,” that I absent myself from the town for a while, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself. Instead of a friend in a postchaise1 or in a Tilbury, to exchange good things with, and vary the same stale topics over again, for once let me have a truce with impertinence. 9 Select the correct answer. What is the tone of the passage?