Wednesday, December 22, 2010


From Thoreau's Journal

[April 1837] Drifting in a sultry day on the sluggish waters of the pond, I almost cease to live and begin to be. A boatman stretched on the deck of his craft and dallying with the noon would be as apt an emblem of eternity for me as the serpent with his tail in his mouth. I am never so prone to lose my identity. I am dissolved in the haze. 

From the one and only Sam, working off the version edited by Searls!

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