Talked, or tried to talk, with R.W.E. Lost my time—nay, almost my identity. He, assuming a false opposition where there was no difference of opinion, talked to the wind—told me what I knew—and I lost my time trying to imagine myself somebody else to oppose him.
2 comments:
sounds familiar. great capture.
This is really perceptive!
(I've never read Thoreau before. What a good idea to put his journal into blog entries).
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