Sunday, August 21, 2005


In the Woods

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journal (Autumn 1868):
The only place where I feel the joy of eminent domain is in my woodlot. My spirits rise whenever I enter it. I can spend the entire day there with hatchet or pruning shears making paths, without a remorse of wasting time. I fancy the birds know me, and even the trees make little speeches or hint at them.

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