Posts in: Thoreau

Thoreau, Walden:

Sunday is the fit conclusion of an ill-spent week, and not the fresh and brave beginning of a new one—

“All this is perfectly distinct to an observant eye, and yet could easily pass unnoticed by most.”

—Henry Thoreau, 12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862

The Desperate Party

This is a critical, formative passage for me, from Walden: But, wherever a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate odd-fellow society. It is true, I might have resisted forcibly with more or less effect, might have run “amok” against society; but I preferred that society should run “amok” against me, it being the desperate party.

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Happy 201st, Henry, from a Starbucks inside a Target.

“Thank Heaven, here is not all the world.”

copy of throeau's journal on a table with checkout lanes in the background

We Await...

I don’t know if I can stand the wait. (See this, and this as well.) So much for the pattern; up until M&D, his books alternated between encyclopedic, historical sprawls and shorter, “contemporary” things focussing on NoCal. But the newest thing, said to be called Against the Day, is nearly a cool grand (992 pp), and judging by what few descriptions there are (including Pynchon’s own blurb), it is every bit as vast as the Big Three.

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Thoreau, Journal, 11 Nov 1851:

“Says I to myself” should be the motto of my journal.

It is fatal to the writer to be too much possessed by his thought. Things must lie a little remote to be described.