Tuesday, November 24, 2015


Out of Town

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), Cape Cod, III ("The Plains of Nauset"):
These were the "Plains of Nauset," once covered with wood, where in winter the winds howl and the snow blows right merrily in the face of the traveller. I was glad to have got out of the towns, where I am wont to feel unspeakably mean and disgraced, — to have left behind me for a season the bar-rooms of Massachusetts, where the full-grown are not weaned from savage and filthy habits, — still sucking a cigar. My spirits rose in proportion to the outward dreariness. The towns need to be ventilated. The gods would be pleased to see some pure flames from their altars. They are not to be appeased with cigar-smoke.

Thanks to the generous benefactor who gave me several volumes from the works of Thoreau published by Princeton University Press.

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