read for gwf, enjoyed it
really liked the physical representation of him looking down on the liliputians, up at the brobdingnags, and on equal grounds with the houyhnhnms, but still being considers more like the lesser yahoo that he strives to become like the houyhnhnms.
he has no spine, no will of his own, susceptible to each place he visits, their ways and methods, molding and shaping him each way he was pulled. the age of enlightenment was well on its way, but the author had long before lost and isolated himself. his knowledge and experience was no longer able to contribute to the reason and absolute truth he so craves.