I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life....to drive life into a corner,and reduce it to its lowest terms,and,if it proved to be mean,why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it,and publish its meanness to the world;or if it were sublime,to know it by experience.
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You know, I've read "Walden" twice. It wasn't the "mean" existence he makes it out to be. He would regularly walk the two miles to town for supper in the evening. Although, admittedly, it was unusual for the time. That guy could really ramble on (and on and on...)
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