When I meet gentlemen and ladies, I am reminded of the extent of the inhabitable and uninhabitable globe; I exclaim to myself, Surfaces! surfaces! If the outside of a man is so variegated and extensive, what must the inside be? You are high up the Platte River, traversing deserts, plains covered with soda, with no deeper hollow than a prairie-dog hole tenanted also by owls and venomous snakes.
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My favorite Thoreau quote:
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
Just picked up Walden today--nice blog. Will be back ;-).
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