It is the same when I hear some music--especially music which repeats itself again and again like some pieces of Passaniello.
They have a strange effect upon me, and I begin to Ossianise.

I get large ideas and great aspirations.

It is at such times that my mind always turns to the East, that swarming ant-heap of the human race, where alone it is possible to be very great.

I renew my dreams of '98.
I think of the possibility of drilling and arming these vast masses of men, and of precipitating them upon Europe.

Had I conquered Syria I should have done this, and the fate of the world was really decided at the siege of Acre.