The Blog of Henry David Thoreau: Pat Haggety’s rum...Thoreau's Journal: 30-Apr-1858

4.30.2014

Pat Haggety’s rum
...Thoreau's Journal: 30-Apr-1858

I learn that one farmer, seeing me standing a long time still in the midst of a pool (I was watching for hylodes), said that it was his father, who had been drinking some of Pat Haggety’s rum, and had lost his way home. So, setting out to lead him home, he discovered that it was I.

1 comment:

michael jameson said...: being a man and doing the things men do, enjoying the way alcohol changes one slightly for relaxation,change of reality or even to forget ones problems, he can still have his interests be it frogs or gardening or talking, and there seems to be a certain amount of shame or embarrassment when one is sober as he feels he has acted out of character. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com; Apr 30, 2010, 2:48:00 PM

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"Free in this world as the birds in the air, disengaged from every kind of chains, those who practice the yoga gather in Brahma the certain fruits of their works.

Depend upon it that, rude and careless as I am, I would fain practice the yoga faithfully.

The yogi, absorbed in contemplation, contributes in his degree to creation; he breathes a divine perfume, he hears wonderful things. Divine forms traverse him without tearing him, and united to the nature which is proper to him, he goes, he acts as animating original matter.

To some extent, and at rare intervals, even I am a yogi."

one of the native forces

“Thoreau was a surprising fellow—he is not easily grasped—is elusive: yet he is one of the native forces—stands for a fact, a movement, an upheaval: Thoreau belongs to America, to the transcendental, to the protesters: then he is an outdoor man: all outdoor men everything else being equal appeal to me. Thoreau was not so precious, tender, a personality as Emerson: but he was a force—he looms up bigger and bigger: his dying does not seem to have hurt him a bit: every year has added to his fame.”

~Walt Whitman as recorded by Horace Traubel

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