Walden, by Henry David Thoreau, Part 2


Good evening and thank you for joining me for another boring books for bedtime. I hope tonight, selection provides all the boredom. Your busy brain needs took quiet down and let you get some sleep. So find a comfortable spot. Just your volume. Take a nice deep breath in. Let it out slowly. And off we go. For one hundred, three eating I thought it would be nice to return to one of your favorites. So let's relax on the shores of a small pond with Walden by Henry David Thoreau. First published in eighteen, fifty four. Let's pick up where we left off. Visitors. I. Think that I love society as much as most. And Tim Ready enough to fasten myself Michael. bloodsucker. To any full blooded man that comes in my way. I am naturally no hermit, but might possibly sit out the sturdiest frequenter of the Barroom. If my business called me either. I had three chairs in my house. One for solitude. Too for Friendship Three for society. When visitors came in larger and Acted numbers there was, but the third chair for them all. But they generally economize D- The room by standing up. It is surprising how many great men and women a small house will contain. I have had twenty five or thirty souls with their bodies at once under my roof. And yet, we often parted without being aware that we had come very near to one another. Many of our houses both public and private. With their almost innumerable apartments, they're huge halls and their sellers for the storage of wines and other munitions of peace appear to be extravagantly large for their inhabitants. They are so vast and magnificent. That the latter seemed to be only vermin which infest them. I am surprised when the Herald blows his summons before some tremont or asked her or Middlesex House. To see come creeping out over the Piazza for all inhabitants a ridiculous mouse, which soon again slink into some hole in the pavement. One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in. So small a house. The difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest. When we began to utter the big thoughts in big words. You want room for your thoughts to get into sailing trim and run a course or two before they make their port. The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion. And fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer else may plow out again through the side of his head. Also, are sentences wanted room to unfold and form their columns in the interval. Individuals like nations must have suitable broad and natural boundaries. Even, a considerable neutral ground between them. I have found it a singular luxury to talk across the pond to a companion opposite side. In my house we were so near that, we could not begin to hear. We could not speak low enough to be heard as when you throw two stones into calm water some near that they break each other's undulations. If, we are merely loquacious and allow talkers. Then we can afford to stand very near together, cheek but jowl and feel each other's breath. But if we speak reservedly and thoughtfully, we want to be farther apart. That I'll animal heat and moisture may have a chance to evaporate. If. We would enjoy the most intimate society with that in each of us which is without or above being spoken to. We must not only be silent but commonly so far apart bodily that we cannot possibly here each other's voice in any case. Referred to this standard speech is for the convenience of those who are hard of hearing. But there are many fine things which we cannot say if we have to shout. The conversation began to assume left ear and grander tone. We. Gradually shaft Dr Chairs Farther apart. Till they touched the wall in opposite corners. and. Then commonly, there was not room enough. My Best Room, however, my withdrawing room. Always ready for company. On whose carpet the sun rarely fell. Was the pinewood behind my house. Did there in summer days when distinguished guest came I took them. And a priceless domestic swept the floor and dusted the furniture and kept the things in order. If one guest came he sometimes part of my frugal meal and it was no interruption to conversation to be stirring a hasty pudding or watching the rising and maturing of a loaf of bread in the ashes in the meanwhile. But if twenty came and sat in my house, there was nothing said about dinner. Though there might be read enough for two. More than if eating were forsaken habit. But we naturally practiced abstinence. And this was never felt to be an offense against hospitality. But the most proper inconsiderate. Gorse. The waste and decay of physical life. which so often needs repair seemed miraculously retarded in such a case. and. The fight vigour stood its ground. I could entertain thus a thousand as well as twenty. And if any ever went away disappointed or hungry from my house when they found me at home. They may depend upon it that I sympathized with them at least. So easy. It is though many housekeepers doubted. To establish new and better customs in the place of the old. You need not rest your reputation on the dinners Yoga. I should be proud to have for the motto of my cabin, those lines of Spencer, which one of my visitors inscribed on a yellow walnut leaf for a card. Arrived there the little house they fill. Nick look for entertainment where none was rest is their feast and all things at their will the noblest mind the best contentment has. When winslow afterward governor of Plymouth colony went with a companion on a visit of ceremony to Massa saw it on foot through the woods. And arrived tired and hungry at his lodge. They were well received by the king but nothing was said about eating that day. When the night arrived to quote their own words. He laid us on the bed with himself and his wife. They at the one end and we the other it being only planks laid a foot from the ground and Thin Matt upon them. To. More of his chief men for want of room. Pressed by and upon us. So that, we were worse weary of our lodging than of our journey. At, one o'clock the next day masses. So it brought to fishes that he had shot. About thrice as big as a bream. These being boiled, there were at least forty looked for share in them. The most edith among. This meal only we had in two nights into day. And had not one of US brought a partridge. We had taken our journey fasting. Fearing that they would be light headed for want food and also sleep. Owing to the savages barbara singing. For, they used to sing themselves to sleep and then they might get home or they had strength to travel they departed. As foreign lodging, it is true they were but poorly entertained. Though what they found an inconvenience was no doubt intended for an honor. But. As far as eating was concerned, I do not see how the Indians could have done better. They had nothing to eat themselves. And they were wiser than to think that apologies could supply the place of food to their guests. So they drew their belts tighter and said nothing about it. Another time when winslow visited them. It being a season of plenty with them. There was no deficiency in this respect. As for men, they will hardly fail one anywhere. I had more visitors when I lived in the woods than at any other period in my life. I mean that I had some. I met several they're under more favourable circumstances than I could anywhere else but fewer came to see me on trivial business. In this respect, my company was winnowed by my mere distance from town. I had withdrawn so far within the great ocean of solitude into which the rivers of society empty that for the most part. So far as my needs were concerned, only the finest sentiment was deposited around me. Who should come to my lodge this morning but a true Merrick or path Lago. Nian. Man. He had so suitable and poetic name that I am sorry I cannot print it here. A Canadian, a woodchopper and post maker who can hold fifty posts in a day. Who made his last supper on a would chuck which is dog caught. He too has heard of homer and if it were not for books would not know what to do rainy days. Though perhaps he has not read one holy through who for many rainy seasons. Some priest who could pronounce the Greek itself taught him to read his verse in. The. Testament. In his native parish far away. And now I must translate to him. While he owns the book. Achilles reproof to Patroclos for his sad countenance. Why are you in tears Petropolis like a young girl or have you alone heard some news from pithy ah? They, say that Meno eds lives he had. Son of actor and Pelaez lives son of Yuccas. Burma Don's. Either of whom having died, we should greatly grieve. He says that's good. He has a great bundle of White, Oak Bark under his arm for a sick man gathered this Sunday morning. I suppose there's no harm in going after such a thing today says he? To him homer was a great writer though what his writing was about he did not know. A more simple and natural man it would be hard to find. Vice and disease which cast such a somber moral hugh world. Seem to have hardly any existence for him. He was about twenty eight years old. And had left Canada and his father's house a dozen years before to work in the states and earn money to buy a farm with at last perhaps in his native country. He was cast in the courses. Mold. A stout but sluggish body yet gracefully carried with a thick sunburnt neck. Dark bushy hair and dull sleepy blue eyes which were occasionally lit up with expression. He wore a flat grey cloth cap. A Dingy Wall colored greatcoat and cowhide boots. He was a great consumer of meat. Usually. Carrying his dinner to his work a couple of miles past my house in a Tin Pail. Cold me. Often called would checks. And coffee in stone bottle which dangled by a string from his belt. He came along early crossing my bean field. Though without anxiety or haste to get to his work such as Yankees Exhibit. He wasn't a going to hurt himself. He didn't care if he only earned his board. Frequently, he would leave his dinner in the bushes. His dog had caught a would check by the way. and Go back a mile and a half to address it and leave it in the cellar of the house where he boarded. After deliberating I for half an hour whether he could not sink it in the pond safely till nightfall loving to dwell long upon these themes. He would say as he went by in the morning. How thick the pigeons are if working every day, not my trade I could get all the meat should want to hunting pigeons would chuck's rabbits partridges by Gosh. I could get all I should want for a week in one day. He was a skillful chopper and indulged in some flourishes and ornaments in his art. He cut his trees level and close to the ground. That the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous. And sled might slide over the stumps and instead of leaving the whole tree to support his courted. Would he would pair it away to a slender steak or splinter which you could break off with your hand last? He interested me because he was so quiet and solitary and so happy with Aw. Oh. Well of good humor and contentment which overflowed it his is. His mirth was without ally. Sometimes, I saw him at his work in the woods felling trees. and. He would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction and assassination in Canadian French though he spoke English is well. When I approached him, he would suspend his work. And with half suppressed mirth lie along the trunk of a pine which he had found. And peeling off the inner bark. Roll it up into a ball and chew it while he laughed and talked. Such an exuberance of animal spirits had he. That he sometimes to down and rolled on the ground with laughter, add anything which made him think and tickled him. Looking round upon the trees he would exclaim by George I can enjoy myself well enough here chopping. I want no better sport. Sometimes, when at leisure, he amused himself all day in the woods with a pocket pistol. Firing salutes to himself at regular intervals as he walked. In the winter he had a fire by which at noon, he warned his coffee in a hall and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner, the chicken chickpeas would sometimes come round and a light on his arm and peck the potato in his fingers. And, he said that he liked to have the little fellers about him. In Him, the animal man flee was developed. In physical endurance and contentment he was cousin to the Pine and the Rock. I asked him once if he was not sometimes tired at night after working all day and he answered with a sincere and serious look. I never must tired in my life. But the intellectual and what is called spiritual man in him or slumbering as in an infant. He had been instructed only in that innocent and ineffectual way in which the Catholic priests teach the aborigines. By, which the pupil is never educated to the degree of consciousness. But only to the degree of trust and reverence. And a child is not made a man but kept a child. When nature made him, she gave him a strong body and contentment for his portion. And prompt him on every side with reverence and reliance. That he might live out his three score years and ten a child. He was so genuine and unsophisticated that no introduction would serve to introduce him. More than if you introduced a woodchuck to your neighbor. He had got to find him out as you did. He would not play any part. Men. Paid him wages for work and so help to feed and clothe him. But he never exchanged opinions with them. He was so simply and naturally humble if he can be called humble who never aspires that humility was no distinct quality in him nor could he conceive of it? Wiser, man were gods to him. If you told him that such a one was coming he did as if he thought that anything. So grand would expect nothing of himself. But take all the responsibility on itself. and Let. Him. Be. Forgotten still. He never heard the sound of praise. He particularly reverend the writer and the preacher their performances were MIRA calls. When I told him that I wrote considerably. He thought for a long time that it was merely the handwriting which I meant for. He could write a remarkably good hand himself. I sometimes found the name of his native parish handsomely written in the snow a highway with the proper French accent and knew that he had passed. I asked him if he ever wished to write his thoughts. He said that he had read and written letters for those who could not. But he never tried to write thoughts. No could not. He could not tell what to put I. IT would kill him. And then there was spelling to be attended to at the same time. I heard that a distinguished wise man and reform her asked him if he did not want the world to be changed. But he answered with a chuckle of surprise in his Canadian accent, not knowing that the question had ever been entertained before. No I like it well, enough. It would suggested many things to a philosopher to have dealings with him. To a stranger, he appeared to know nothing things in general. Yet I sometimes saw in him a man whom I had not seen before and I did not know whether he was as wise as Shakespeare or simply ignore anticipate child. Whether to suspect him of a fine poetic consciousness or of stupidity. A townsman told me that when he met him sauntering through the village in his small close fitting cap and whistling to himself, he reminded him of a prince in disguise. His only box or an ALMANAC and arithmetic. In which last he was considerably expert. The former was a sort of cyclope -pedia to him. which he supposed to contain an abstract of human knowledge. As indeed. It does to a considerable extent. I loved to sound him on the various reforms of the day and he never failed to look at them in the most simple and practical light. He had never heard of such things before. Could he do without factories I asked. He had worn the homemade Vermont gray he said, and that was good. Good he dispense with tea and coffee. Did this country or any beverage beside water. Hit Soaked, hamlet leaves water and drank head. And thought that was better than water in warm weather. When I asked him if he could do without money, he showed the convenience of money in such a way as to suggest an coincide with the most philosophical accounts of the origin of this institution. If an ox or his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount. He could defend institutions better than any philosopher because in describing them as they concerned him, he gave the true reason for their prevalence. And speculation had not suggested to him any other. At another time hearing Plato's definition of a man up by ped- without feathers and that one exhibited cock plucked and called it. Plato's man. He thought it an important difference that the knees bent the wrong way. He would sometimes exclaim home I love to talk by George I could talk all day. I asked him once swam. I had not seen him for many months if he had got a new idea this summer. Good Lord said He. A man that has to work aside do if he does not forget the ideas he has had he will do well. May Be. The man you hoe with is inclined to race. then. By golly, your mind must be there you think of weeds. He would sometimes ask me I on such occasions if I had made any improvement. One. Winter. Day I. Asked him if he was always satisfied with himself. Wishing to suggest to substitute within him for the, priest without. And some higher motive from living. satisfied. said he Some men are satisfied with one thing and some with another. One man perhaps if he got enough. We'll be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table by George. Yet I never by any maneuvering could get him to take the spiritual view of things. The highest that he appeared to conceive up was a simple expediency such as you might expect an animal to appreciate, and this practically is true of most men. If I suggested any improvement in his mode of life, he merely answered without expressing any regret that it was too late. Yet he thoroughly believed in honesty and the like virtues. There was a certain positive originality, however, slide eight to be detected in him. And I occasionally observed that he was thinking for himself and expressing his own opinion a phenomenon. So rare that I would any day walk ten miles to observe it. And it amounted to the origination of many of the institutions of society. Though he hesitated and perhaps failed to express himself distinctly he always had a presentable thought behind. Yet is thinking was so primitive and immersed in his animal life that though more promising than a merely learned demands, it rarely ripened to anything which can be reported. He suggested that there might be minimum genius in the lowest grades of Life However, permanently humble and literate who take their own view always or do not pretend to see at all. Or has bottomless even as Walden pond was thought to be though they may be dark and muddy. Many. A traveler came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house. And as an excuse for calling asked for a glass of water I, told them I drank at the pond and pointed they're offering till and the dipper. Far off as I lived Bama's not exempted from the annual visitation, which occurs mid thinks about the first of. April. When everyone is on the move? And I had my share of good. Luck. Though there were some curious specimens among my visitors. Half witted men from the almshouse and elsewhere came to see me. But I endeavoured to make them exercise all the width they had. And make their confessions to me. In such cases making wit, the theme of our conversation. And so was compensated. Indeed, I found some of them to be wiser than the so called overseers of the poor and selectmen of the town and thought it was time the tables were turned. With. Respect to wed.. I learned that there was not much difference between the half and the home. One. Day In particular an inoffensive simple-minded Pauper. With others, I had often seen used as fencing stuff standing or sitting on a Bushel in the fields to keep cattle and himself from straying visited me and expressed a wish to live as I did. He told me with the utmost simplicity and truth quite superior or rather inferior to anything that has called humility. That he was deficient in intellect. These were his words. The Lord had made him so. Get he supposed the Lord cared as much for him as for another. I have always been. So said he from my childhood. I never had much mind. I was not like other children. I am weak in the head. It was lords well as oppose. And there he was to prove the truth of his words. He was a metaphysical puzzle to me. I have rarely met a fellow man on promising ground. It was so simple and sincere and so true. Oh, that he said. And true enough in proportion as he appeared to humble himself was he exalted. I did not know at first, but it was the result of a wise policy. It seemed from such a basis of truth and frankness as the poor we kid popper had laid. Our intercourse might go forward to something better the intercourse of sages. I had some guests from those and not reckoned commonly among the town's poor but who should be who are among the world's poor at any rate? Guests who appeal not to your hospitality, but to your hospital -ality. WHO earnestly wished to be helped and prefaced their appeal with the information that they are resolved for one thing never to help themselves. I require of a visitor that he'd be not actually starving. Though, he may have the very best appetite in the world however, he got it. Objects of charity are not guests. Men who did not know when their visit had terminated. Though, I went about my business again. Answering them from greater and greater remoteness. Men of almost every degree of wit called on me and the migrating season. Some, who had more wits than they knew what to do with? Runaway slaves with plantation manners who listened from time to time like the Fox in the fable. If, they heard the hounds obeying on their track. And looked at me beseechingly as much as to say. Oh Christian while you send me back. One real runaway slave among the rest whom I helped a forward toward the North Star. Men of one idea like a hen with one chick and that a duckling. Men a thousand ideas and unkempt heads like those hands which are made to take charge of one hundred chicks all in pursuit of one bug a score of them lost in every morning do and become frazzled Mangy in consequence. Men have ideas instead of legs a sort of intellectual centipede that made you crawl over. One man proposed book in which visitors should write their names as at the white mountains. But Alas I have two good a memory to make that necessary. I could not but notice some of the peculiarities of my visitors. Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods. They looked in the pond and at the flowers and improved their time. Men of business, even farmers through only of solitude and employment and of the great distances at which I dwelt from something or another. And though they said that they loved a rambling the woods occasionally, it was obvious that they did not. Restless committed men whose time was taken up and getting living or keeping it. Ministers who spoke of God, as if they enjoyed a monopoly of the subject who could not bear any kind of opinion. Doctors Lawyers. Uneasy housekeepers who pride into my cupboard and bed when I was out. How came that woman to know that my sheets were not as clean as hers Young men who had ceased to be young. And had concluded that it was safest to follow the beaten track of the professions. All these generally said that it was not possible to do so much good in my position. I, there was the rub. The old and infirm and the timid of whatever age or sex. Thought, most of sickness and sudden accident and death. To them might seemed full of danger. What danger is there if you don't think of any And they thought that prudent man would carefully select the safest. Position. Where Dr be might be on hand at a moment's warning. To them, the village was literally a community. A League for mutual, defense. And you would suppose that they would not go a huckleberry ing without a medicine chest. The amount it is if a man alive, there is always danger that he may die. Though the danger must be allowed to be less in proportion as he is dead and alive to begin with. A man sits as many risks as he runs. Finally there were the self styled reformers the greatest bores of all who thought that I was forever singing. This is the House that I built. This is the man that lives in the House that I built. But they did not know that the third nine was. These are the folks that worry the man that lives in the House that I built. I did not fear the Hen Harriers for I kept chickens. But I feared the men. Harriers. Rather. I had more cheering visitors than the last. Children come burying. Railroad men taking a Sunday morning walk in clean shirts. Fishermen and hunters. Poets and philosophers. In short all honest pilgrims who came out to the woods for freedom sake and really left the village behind I was ready to greet with welcome Englishmen. Welcome Englishmen for I had had communication with that race. The village. After hoeing or perhaps reading and writing in the forenoon I usually bathed again in the pond and washed the dust of labor from my person or smoothed out the last wrinkle on which study had made. And for the afternoon was absolutely free. Every day or two I stroll to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there circulating either from mouth to mouth or from newspaper to newspaper, and which taken in homeopathic doses was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs. As I walked in the woods to see the birds and squirrels. So I walked in the village to see them in in boys. Instead of the wind among the Pines I heard the carts rattle. In, one direction from my house, there was a colony muskrats in the river meadows. Under the grove of Elms and but an woods in the other horizon was a village of busy men as curious to me as if they had been prairie dogs. Each, sitting at the mouth of its burrow or running over to a neighbor's to gossip. I went there frequently to observe their habits. The village appeared to me a great news her own. And on one side to support it as once at reading and companies on State Street. They kept nuts and raisins or salt and meal and other groceries. Some have such fast appetite for the former commodity that is the news and such sound digestive organs. That they can sit forever and public avenues without stirring and let it simmer and whisper through them like the tesions wins. Or is if inhaling ether it only producing numberous and in sensibility to pain. Otherwise, it would often be painful to bear. Without affecting the consciousness. I hardly ever failed when I rambled to the village. To see a row of such worthies are they're sitting on a ladder sunning themselves with their bodies inclined to forward, and there is glancing along the line this way and that with a follow-up Jewish expression or Elsa leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets I carry out heads as if to prophet up. They being commonly out of doors heard whatever was in the wind. These are the COARSEST MEL's. In which all gossip is I rudely digested or cracked up before it is emptied into finer and more delicate hoppers with doors. I observed that the vitals of the village was grocery, the Barroom, the post office, and the bank. and. As a necessary part of the machinery, then kept bell a big gun and a fire engine at convenient places. And the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind. In lanes and fronting one another so that every traveler had to run the gauntlet and every man woman and child might get elected him. Of course, those who were stationed nearest to the head of the line where they good most see and be seen and half the first blow at him paid the highest prices for their places. And the few straggling inhabitants in the outskirts. Where long gaps in the line began to occur and the traveler could get over walls or turn aside into cow pass and so escape paid very slight ground or window tax. Plans were hung out on all sides to lure him. Some to catch him by the appetite as the tavern and fiddling seller. Some by the fancy as dry goods store and jewelers. and others by the hair or the feet or skirts. The Barber, the shoemaker or the Taylor. Besides. There was a still more terrible standing invitation to call it every one of these houses and company expected about these times. For the most part I escaped wonderfully from these dangers either by preceding at once boldly and without deliberation to the goal as his recommended to those who run the gauntlet or by keeping my thoughts on high things like orpheus who loudly singing the praises of the Gods to his lyre drowned the voices of the sirens and kept out of danger. Sometimes. I bolted suddenly and nobody could tell my whereabouts. For I did not stand much about gracefulness and never hesitated at a gap in a fence. I was even accustomed to make an eruption into some houses where I was well entertained and after learning the colonels and very last sinful of news what had subsided the prospects of war and peace, and whether the world was likely to hold together much longer. I was let out through the rear avenues and so escaped to the woods again. It was very pleasant when I stayed late in town. Tongue launch missiles off into the night especially, if it was dark and tempestuous and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room with a bag of her I or Indian meal upon my shoulder for my snug harbor in the woods having made a tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts. Leaving only my outer man at the helm. or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing. I had many genial thought by the cabin fire as I say held. I was never cast away nor distressed in any weather. Though I encountered some severe storms. It is darker in the woods even in common nights then most suppose. I frequently had to look up at the openings between the trees above the path in order to learn my route. And where there was no cart path to feel with my feet, the faint track which I had mourn. Or steer by the known relation of particular trees which I felt was my hands passing between two Pines, for instance, not more than eighteen inches apart in the midst of the woods invariably in the darkest night. Sometimes after coming home thus late in dark and muggy night. When my feet felt the path which my eyes could not see. Trimming and absent minded all the way. Until, I was aroused by having to raise my hand tell lift the latch I have not been able to recall a single step of my walk. And I have thought that perhaps my body would find its way home. If it's master should forsake it asked the hand finds its way to the mouth without assistance. Several. Times when a visitor chanced to stay into the evening and it proved dark night. I was obliged to conduct him to the cart path in the rear of the House. And then point out to him the direction he was to pursue. And in keeping which he was to be guided rather by his feet then his is. One very dark night I directed thus on their way to young men who had been fishing in the pond. They lived about a mile off through the woods and were quite used to the route. A day or two after one of them told me that they wandered about the greater part of the night close by their own premises. And did not get home 'til toward morning. By which time as there had been several heavy showers in the meanwhile and the leaves were very wet. Word drenched to their skins. I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets. When the darkness was so thick that you could cut it with a knife as the saying is. Some, who live in the outskirts having come to town a shopping in their wagons have been obliged to put up for the night. And Gentlemen and Ladies Making a call have gone half a mile out of their way. Feeling the sidewalk only with their feet and not knowing when they turned. It is surprising and memorable as well as valuable experience to me lost in the woods anytime. Often in a snowstorm, even by day one will come out upon a well-known Rhode and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village. Though he knows that he has traveled it a thousand times he cannot recognize feature in it. But. It is strange to him as if it were a road in Siberia. Night, of course, the perplexity is infinitely greater. In our most trivial walks we are constantly though unconsciously. Steering like pilots by certain well known beacons and headlines, and if we go beyond our usual course. We still carry in our minds, the burying of some neighbouring Cape, and not till we are completely lost or turned around for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost. Do, we appreciate the fastness and strange -ness of nature. Every man has to learn the points of compass again, as often as he awakes whether from sleep or abstraction. Not. Toy. We are lost in other words not till we have lost the world. Do, we begin to find ourselves. And realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations. One afternoon near the end of the first summer. When I went to the village ticket a shoe from the cobbler's I. was seized and put into jail. Because I have elsewhere related aren't did not pay tax to or recognized the authority of the state which buys and sells men, women and children like cattle at the door of its Senate House. I had gone down to the woods for other purposes. But. Wherever a man goes, men will pursue and Paul Him with their dirty institutions and if they can constrain him to belong to their desperate odd fellows society. It is true I might have resisted forcibly with more or less effect. Might have runamuck against society but I preferred that society should runamuck against me. It being the desperate party. However I was released the next day. Obtained my mended shoe. And return to the woods in season to get my dinner of huckleberry on Fairhaven Hill. I was never molested by any person, but those who represented the state. I had no lock nor bolt but further desk which held my papers. Not even a male to put over my latch or windows. I never fastened my door night or day. Though I was to be absent several days. Not even when the next fall I spent a fortnight in the woods of Maine. And yet, my house was more respected than if it had been surrounded by a file of soldiers. The tired rambler could rest and warm himself by my fire. The literary amuse himself with the few books on my table. Or. The curious by opening my closet door see what was left of my dinner and what prospect I had of a supper. Yet though many people of every class came this way to the pond. I suffered no serious inconvenience from these sources. And I never missed anything but. One. Small. Book. Of volume of homer, which perhaps was improperly gilded. And, this I trust a soldier of our camp has found by this time. I am convinced that if all men were to live as simply as I then did. Thieving and robbery would be unknown. These take place only in communities or some have got more than his sufficient while others have not enough. The pope's homers would soon get properly distributed. Nick Bala Forint. FOGGIN ASS- A starbucks dumps Kifah US ON TAPE S. Nor wars did men molest when on the beach in balls where in request You who governed public affairs what need have you to employ sements. Love Virtue and the people will be virtuous. The virtues of a superior man are like the wind. The virtues of a common man are like the grass. I the grass when the wind passes over it, bend? And with that I think we'll end this evening's reading from Walden by Henry David Thoreau. I really enjoy the way thorough waves humor into his observations. It makes this book fun to read and I hope you enjoyed it. If, you'd like to read this book for Yourself. As always you'll find a link to a Free e Book From Project Gutenberg in the show description. The description also includes links ways. You can support this podcast and keep an ad free space of relaxation. These include becoming a subscriber on patriotic. We get exclusive episodes and other perks available only to subscribers. or by dropping me a tip on by me, a coffee DOT COM, no subscription required. Thank you so much to everyone who has gone out of their way to do so already. It Really Mean Salat. And as always, I'm so glad that all of you could join me this evening. 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