Saturday, December 05, 2015
Profanity
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), Cape Cod, X ("Provincetown"):
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The next summer, as I sat on a hill there one sultry Sunday afternoon, the meeting-house windows being open, my meditations were interrupted by the noise of a preacher who shouted like a boatswain, profaning the quiet atmosphere, and who, I fancied, must have taken off his coat. Few things could have been more disgusting or disheartening.
