Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Whortleberries
"Passages from Hawthorne's Notebooks, XI," Atlantic Monthly, Vol. XVIII, No. 109 (November 1866) 536-544 (at 540):
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Here now are whortleberries, ripe and black, growing actually within reach of my hand, yet unseen till this moment. Were we to sit here all day,—a week, a month, and doubtless a lifetime,—objects would thus still be presenting themselves as new, though there would seem to be no reason why we should not have detected them all at the first moment.
