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螤蔚蚁蟺伪蟿蠋谓蟿伪蟼
韦慰 "螤蔚蚁蟺伪蟿蠋谓蟿伪蟼" 尾伪蟽委味蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 未蠉慰 未喂伪位苇尉蔚喂蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇未蠅蟽蔚 慰 螛慰蟻蠋 蟺蟻慰蟼 蟿慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 (蟿慰 1862) 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓慰蠄委味蔚喂 蟿喂蟼 喂未苇蔚蟼 蟿慰蠀 纬喂伪 蟿畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 蠈蟺蠅蟼 未喂伪渭慰蟻蠁蠋胃畏魏伪谓 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏 渭蠈谓喂渭畏 蟺伪蟻伪渭慰谓萎 蟿慰蠀 蟽蟿伪 未维蟽畏. 危蟿畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 未蔚谓 尾位苇蟺蔚喂 渭蠈谓慰 蟿畏谓 慰渭慰蟻蠁喂维 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰谓 蟺蔚蟻喂尾维位位蔚喂, 伪位位维 魏伪喂 蠈位伪 蟿伪 蔚蠂苇纬纬蠀伪 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 伪位畏胃喂谓萎 蔚位蔚蠀胃蔚蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 伪谓维蟺蟿蠀尉畏 蟿慰蠀 伪蟿蠈渭慰蠀, 伪蠁慰蠉 蔚尉维位位慰蠀 芦蠈位伪 蟿伪 蟽蟺慰蠀未伪委伪 蟺蟻维纬渭伪蟿伪 蔚委谓伪喂 维纬蟻喂伪 魏伪喂 蔚位蔚蠉胃蔚蟻伪禄. 螝伪喂 渭伪蟼 蟺蟻慰蟿蔚委谓蔚喂 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻蟺维蟿畏渭伪, 蟿慰谓 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 未畏位伪未萎 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 纬喂伪 谓伪 伪蟺慰魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿萎蟽蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 渭蔚 蟿畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 魏伪喂 谓伪 尾蟻蔚喂 尉伪谓维 蟿慰谓 蟺蟻蠅蟿蠈纬慰谓慰 魏伪喂 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬喂魏蠈 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀, 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 未喂伪蠁胃伪蟻蔚委 魏伪喂 蟺伪蟻伪魏渭维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 芦蔚蟺喂蟿蔚蠉纬渭伪蟿伪禄 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭慰蠉.
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Henry David Thoreau
2,185听books6,493听followersHenry David Thoreau (born David Henry Thoreau) was an American author, naturalist, transcendentalist, tax resister, development critic, philosopher, and abolitionist who is best known for Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay, Civil Disobedience, an argument for individual resistance to civil government in moral opposition to an unjust state.
Thoreau's books, articles, essays, journals, and poetry total over 20 volumes. Among his lasting contributions were his writings on natural history and philosophy, where he anticipated the methods and findings of ecology and environmental history, two sources of modern day environmentalism.
In 1817, Henry David Thoreau was born in Massachusetts. He graduated from Harvard University in 1837, taught briefly, then turned to writing and lecturing. Becoming a Transcendentalist and good friend of Emerson, Thoreau lived the life of simplicity he advocated in his writings. His two-year experience in a hut in Walden, on land owned by Emerson, resulted in the classic, Walden: Life in the Woods (1854). During his sojourn there, Thoreau refused to pay a poll tax in protest of slavery and the Mexican war, for which he was jailed overnight. His activist convictions were expressed in the groundbreaking On the Duty of Civil Disobedience (1849). In a diary he noted his disapproval of attempts to convert the Algonquins "from their own superstitions to new ones." In a journal he noted dryly that it is appropriate for a church to be the ugliest building in a village, "because it is the one in which human nature stoops to the lowest and is the most disgraced." (Cited by James A. Haught in 2000 Years of Disbelief.) When Parker Pillsbury sought to talk about religion with Thoreau as he was dying from tuberculosis, Thoreau replied: "One world at a time."
Thoreau's philosophy of nonviolent resistance influenced the political thoughts and actions of such later figures as Leo Tolstoy, Mohandas K. Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, Jr. D. 1862.
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Thoreau's books, articles, essays, journals, and poetry total over 20 volumes. Among his lasting contributions were his writings on natural history and philosophy, where he anticipated the methods and findings of ecology and environmental history, two sources of modern day environmentalism.
In 1817, Henry David Thoreau was born in Massachusetts. He graduated from Harvard University in 1837, taught briefly, then turned to writing and lecturing. Becoming a Transcendentalist and good friend of Emerson, Thoreau lived the life of simplicity he advocated in his writings. His two-year experience in a hut in Walden, on land owned by Emerson, resulted in the classic, Walden: Life in the Woods (1854). During his sojourn there, Thoreau refused to pay a poll tax in protest of slavery and the Mexican war, for which he was jailed overnight. His activist convictions were expressed in the groundbreaking On the Duty of Civil Disobedience (1849). In a diary he noted his disapproval of attempts to convert the Algonquins "from their own superstitions to new ones." In a journal he noted dryly that it is appropriate for a church to be the ugliest building in a village, "because it is the one in which human nature stoops to the lowest and is the most disgraced." (Cited by James A. Haught in 2000 Years of Disbelief.) When Parker Pillsbury sought to talk about religion with Thoreau as he was dying from tuberculosis, Thoreau replied: "One world at a time."
Thoreau's philosophy of nonviolent resistance influenced the political thoughts and actions of such later figures as Leo Tolstoy, Mohandas K. Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, Jr. D. 1862.
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September 10, 2019
鈥滻 have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks鈥攚ho had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering: which word is beautifully derived 鈥渇rom idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and I asked charity, under pretense of going 脿 la Sainte Terre,鈥� to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, 鈥楾here goes a Sainte Terre,鈥� a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere.鈥�
Published posthumously as an essay in 1862 in the Atlantic Monthly magazine, this was originally part of a lecture given by Thoreau in 1851. A relatively slight 60 pages, this was a wonderful reminder to spend more time walking, enjoying the somewhat temporary milder weather, and appreciate the beauty around us.
Pub Date: 18 Sep 2019
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Dover Publications!
Published posthumously as an essay in 1862 in the Atlantic Monthly magazine, this was originally part of a lecture given by Thoreau in 1851. A relatively slight 60 pages, this was a wonderful reminder to spend more time walking, enjoying the somewhat temporary milder weather, and appreciate the beauty around us.
Pub Date: 18 Sep 2019
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Dover Publications!
January 23, 2016
I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least鈥攁nd it is commonly more than that鈥攕auntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.
Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates when walking.
Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.
I love to walk so I had no problem agreeing with much of what Thoreau says in the first part of this essay. He wanted people to connect with the Wild, which is even harder to do these days than in his own, especially depending on where a person lives. In this particular corner of Mexico, there is not really too much empty space, not like in the vast deserts of Arizona where I used to live. There, just five miles out of town, my husband and I felt like the only two people on the planet. And after ten more we seemed to have become a part of our surroundings: weaving our way between thorny bushes, or following the dry wash where once we saw two deer, or sitting on a rock and simply
listening. Peace and quiet sing in the desert. I miss hearing that music.
Thoreau suggests that West and Wild are essentially the same thing. That man has been drawn to the West even before the discovery of the New World, always seeking to meet that setting sun that is just ahead of us. He even thought that America was discovered just so Man could become more than what he was in the Old World.
I trust that we shall be more imaginative, that our thoughts will be clearer, fresher, and more ethereal, as our sky鈥攐ur understanding more comprehensive and broader, like our plains鈥攐ur intellect generally on a grander scale, like our thunder and lightning, our rivers and mountains and forests-and our hearts shall even correspond in breadth and depth and grandeur to our inland seas.
The more I read the news these days, the less I see that vision developing.
I began to get a little confused when after all of this admiration for the Wild, he then says this:
The weapons with which we have gained our most important victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bushwhack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog hoe, rusted with the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of many a hard-fought field.
So which is best, Henry? The Wild you love to walk in or the settled land? Because you cannot have both on the same plot of ground. You have either wilderness or farmland or towns. And the more people who venture into the wild, the less wild it becomes, even if you are just walking along ruminating.
Later he talks about watching some cows playing in a field, acting Wild. He thought it was wonderful. But in the very next paragraph I rejoice that horses and steers have to be broken before they can be made the slaves of men, and that men themselves have some wild oats still left to sow before they become submissive members of society. Is he rejoicing that the Wild is there? Or that it must be beaten out of both animals and men? And why is it not possible to keep a bit of the Wild in your soul, no matter what else you have going on in your life? Can we not be members of society without being completely submissive?
I feel like I need to read more of Thoreau's work (and maybe argue with him a little more) before I completely understand what he was all about. But I did like the final sentence in this essay (well, I would have said Universe instead of Holy Land, but I guess I am still in a debating mood!):
So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn.
Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates when walking.
Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.
I love to walk so I had no problem agreeing with much of what Thoreau says in the first part of this essay. He wanted people to connect with the Wild, which is even harder to do these days than in his own, especially depending on where a person lives. In this particular corner of Mexico, there is not really too much empty space, not like in the vast deserts of Arizona where I used to live. There, just five miles out of town, my husband and I felt like the only two people on the planet. And after ten more we seemed to have become a part of our surroundings: weaving our way between thorny bushes, or following the dry wash where once we saw two deer, or sitting on a rock and simply
listening. Peace and quiet sing in the desert. I miss hearing that music.
Thoreau suggests that West and Wild are essentially the same thing. That man has been drawn to the West even before the discovery of the New World, always seeking to meet that setting sun that is just ahead of us. He even thought that America was discovered just so Man could become more than what he was in the Old World.
I trust that we shall be more imaginative, that our thoughts will be clearer, fresher, and more ethereal, as our sky鈥攐ur understanding more comprehensive and broader, like our plains鈥攐ur intellect generally on a grander scale, like our thunder and lightning, our rivers and mountains and forests-and our hearts shall even correspond in breadth and depth and grandeur to our inland seas.
The more I read the news these days, the less I see that vision developing.
I began to get a little confused when after all of this admiration for the Wild, he then says this:
The weapons with which we have gained our most important victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bushwhack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog hoe, rusted with the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of many a hard-fought field.
So which is best, Henry? The Wild you love to walk in or the settled land? Because you cannot have both on the same plot of ground. You have either wilderness or farmland or towns. And the more people who venture into the wild, the less wild it becomes, even if you are just walking along ruminating.
Later he talks about watching some cows playing in a field, acting Wild. He thought it was wonderful. But in the very next paragraph I rejoice that horses and steers have to be broken before they can be made the slaves of men, and that men themselves have some wild oats still left to sow before they become submissive members of society. Is he rejoicing that the Wild is there? Or that it must be beaten out of both animals and men? And why is it not possible to keep a bit of the Wild in your soul, no matter what else you have going on in your life? Can we not be members of society without being completely submissive?
I feel like I need to read more of Thoreau's work (and maybe argue with him a little more) before I completely understand what he was all about. But I did like the final sentence in this essay (well, I would have said Universe instead of Holy Land, but I guess I am still in a debating mood!):
So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn.
January 8, 2024
"My desire for knowledge is intermittent, but my desire to bathe my head in atmosphere unknown to my feet is perennial and constant."
I discovered this book quite by accident when I was rummaging in the bookstore. This is but a short read, and it is full of beautiful sentences that evoke dreamlike imagery, all about one of my most favourite activities: the simple act of walking.
I would say that this isn't the kind of book to read fast or skim read, as I think these words should be taken in slowly, so that they are effectively understood. I read this at a time where I wasn't able to get out walking as much as I would have liked. I often escape to the forest and I use it as a therapy of sorts, and I have done so for years. It is a valuable and easy source of relaxation and invigoration for me.
The writing style won't be for everyone, as I found Thoreau's attention wandered off every now and then, leaving a slight gap in what he was currently explaining. It was obvious that he had a lot of time on his hands, free to go out walking whenever he chose to, taking in the simple beauty around him, that some of us simply haven't the time to stop and stare at.
I found it interesting how he mentioned that women must be so fed up stuck in the house staring at four walls! It was expected for a woman to be at home, keeping house and preparing dinner but nowadays, woman tend to partake in walking more than ever.
This was an intriguing read, which has made me want to read 'Walden' sooner, rather than later.
I discovered this book quite by accident when I was rummaging in the bookstore. This is but a short read, and it is full of beautiful sentences that evoke dreamlike imagery, all about one of my most favourite activities: the simple act of walking.
I would say that this isn't the kind of book to read fast or skim read, as I think these words should be taken in slowly, so that they are effectively understood. I read this at a time where I wasn't able to get out walking as much as I would have liked. I often escape to the forest and I use it as a therapy of sorts, and I have done so for years. It is a valuable and easy source of relaxation and invigoration for me.
The writing style won't be for everyone, as I found Thoreau's attention wandered off every now and then, leaving a slight gap in what he was currently explaining. It was obvious that he had a lot of time on his hands, free to go out walking whenever he chose to, taking in the simple beauty around him, that some of us simply haven't the time to stop and stare at.
I found it interesting how he mentioned that women must be so fed up stuck in the house staring at four walls! It was expected for a woman to be at home, keeping house and preparing dinner but nowadays, woman tend to partake in walking more than ever.
This was an intriguing read, which has made me want to read 'Walden' sooner, rather than later.
November 14, 2024
3,5*
Um livro realmente bom 茅 algo natural, inesperado, inexplicavelmente not谩vel e belo, como uma flor silvestre encontrada na pradaria do Oeste ou na selva do Leste. O g茅nio 茅 uma luz que torna a escurid茫o vis铆vel, como a luz de um rel芒mpago, e que despeda莽a talvez o pr贸prio templo do conhecimento - e n茫o uma vela acesa na pedra da lareira do homem, que empalidece diante da luz do dia comum.
Desde que li os livros de Herman Hesse, 鈥淎inda da Felicidade鈥� e 鈥淐aminhada鈥�, que fiquei com o bichinho das passeatas alheias. Este 鈥淎ndar a P茅鈥�, apesar do t铆tulo expl铆cito, tende mais para a teoria do que para a pr谩tica, mais para a motiva莽茫o do que para a contempla莽茫o, mais para o enaltecer a m茫e-natureza do que propriamente embrenhar-se nela. N茫o 茅 de todo uma leitura aborrecida, porque Henry David Thoreau 茅 sempre de uma modernidade admir谩vel, s贸 n茫o me trouxe o ar fresco liter谩rio que eu pretendia.
鈥淎ndar a P茅鈥� era uma das palestras preferidas deste naturalista norte-americano, onde ele instiga os seus contempor芒neos a sa铆rem de casa e a partirem rumo ao desconhecido.
As nossas expedi莽玫es s茫o apenas passeios que terminam 脿 noite no conforto da lareira da qual partimos. Metade da caminhada n茫o 茅 mais do que percorrer lugares j谩 conhecidos. Dev铆amos ir mais longe no mais simples dos passeios, e talvez, no esp铆rito da aventura infinita, nunca mais regressar.
Porque fala por experi锚ncia pr贸pria鈥�
Creio que n茫o consigo preservar a minha sa煤de f铆sica e espiritual se n茫o passar quatro horas por dia, pelo menos 鈥� e frequentemente passo mais do que isso 鈥� a deambular pelos bosques, montes e vales, absolutamente alheado de todas as obriga莽玫es mundanas.
鈥 n茫o se esquece sequer das mulheres muito mais confinadas a quatro paredes.
N茫o sei como as mulheres, circunscritas em casa muito mais do que os homens, aguentam esta situa莽茫o; mas tenho raz玫es para suspeitar de que muitas delas n茫o a toleram de todo.
Thoreau 茅 um idealista que fala de forma entusi谩stica das suas ideias, mas perde um pouco a no莽茫o do privil茅gio que lhe concede o seu estatuto.
Quando por vezes me lembro de que artes茫os ou caixeiros ficam nos postos de trabalho n茫o s贸 a manh茫, mas tamb茅m a tarde, muito deles de perna cruzada, penso que merecem algum reconhecimento por ainda n茫o terem cometido suic铆dio.
Apesar disso, a sua mensagem 茅 certeira pela irrever锚ncia.
J谩 ouvimos falar da sociedade para a Difus茫o do Conhecimento 脷til. Diz-se que saber 茅 poder, ou algo semelhante. Creio que 茅 igualmente necess谩ria uma Sociedade para a Difus茫o da Ignor芒ncia 脷til, algo que intitularei 鈥淐onhecimento do Belo鈥�.
Em 煤ltima inst芒ncia, todo este discurso serve para arrancar o indiv铆duo da sua apatia e impeli-lo 脿 ac莽茫o e 脿 luta pela liberdade, mostrando uma vez mais a sua faceta anarquista, que 茅 sempre o que mais me espanta nos seus escritos.
H谩 algo de servil no h谩bito de invocar uma lei a que devemos obedecer. Podemos saber de cor as leis importantes por conveni锚ncia pr贸pria, mas uma vida bem-sucedida n茫o conhece leis. 脡 com certeza uma descoberta infeliz saber que uma lei nos subjuga de formas que desconhec铆amos. Vivam em liberdade, filhos da n茅voa.
Um livro realmente bom 茅 algo natural, inesperado, inexplicavelmente not谩vel e belo, como uma flor silvestre encontrada na pradaria do Oeste ou na selva do Leste. O g茅nio 茅 uma luz que torna a escurid茫o vis铆vel, como a luz de um rel芒mpago, e que despeda莽a talvez o pr贸prio templo do conhecimento - e n茫o uma vela acesa na pedra da lareira do homem, que empalidece diante da luz do dia comum.
Desde que li os livros de Herman Hesse, 鈥淎inda da Felicidade鈥� e 鈥淐aminhada鈥�, que fiquei com o bichinho das passeatas alheias. Este 鈥淎ndar a P茅鈥�, apesar do t铆tulo expl铆cito, tende mais para a teoria do que para a pr谩tica, mais para a motiva莽茫o do que para a contempla莽茫o, mais para o enaltecer a m茫e-natureza do que propriamente embrenhar-se nela. N茫o 茅 de todo uma leitura aborrecida, porque Henry David Thoreau 茅 sempre de uma modernidade admir谩vel, s贸 n茫o me trouxe o ar fresco liter谩rio que eu pretendia.
鈥淎ndar a P茅鈥� era uma das palestras preferidas deste naturalista norte-americano, onde ele instiga os seus contempor芒neos a sa铆rem de casa e a partirem rumo ao desconhecido.
As nossas expedi莽玫es s茫o apenas passeios que terminam 脿 noite no conforto da lareira da qual partimos. Metade da caminhada n茫o 茅 mais do que percorrer lugares j谩 conhecidos. Dev铆amos ir mais longe no mais simples dos passeios, e talvez, no esp铆rito da aventura infinita, nunca mais regressar.
Porque fala por experi锚ncia pr贸pria鈥�
Creio que n茫o consigo preservar a minha sa煤de f铆sica e espiritual se n茫o passar quatro horas por dia, pelo menos 鈥� e frequentemente passo mais do que isso 鈥� a deambular pelos bosques, montes e vales, absolutamente alheado de todas as obriga莽玫es mundanas.
鈥 n茫o se esquece sequer das mulheres muito mais confinadas a quatro paredes.
N茫o sei como as mulheres, circunscritas em casa muito mais do que os homens, aguentam esta situa莽茫o; mas tenho raz玫es para suspeitar de que muitas delas n茫o a toleram de todo.
Thoreau 茅 um idealista que fala de forma entusi谩stica das suas ideias, mas perde um pouco a no莽茫o do privil茅gio que lhe concede o seu estatuto.
Quando por vezes me lembro de que artes茫os ou caixeiros ficam nos postos de trabalho n茫o s贸 a manh茫, mas tamb茅m a tarde, muito deles de perna cruzada, penso que merecem algum reconhecimento por ainda n茫o terem cometido suic铆dio.
Apesar disso, a sua mensagem 茅 certeira pela irrever锚ncia.
J谩 ouvimos falar da sociedade para a Difus茫o do Conhecimento 脷til. Diz-se que saber 茅 poder, ou algo semelhante. Creio que 茅 igualmente necess谩ria uma Sociedade para a Difus茫o da Ignor芒ncia 脷til, algo que intitularei 鈥淐onhecimento do Belo鈥�.
Em 煤ltima inst芒ncia, todo este discurso serve para arrancar o indiv铆duo da sua apatia e impeli-lo 脿 ac莽茫o e 脿 luta pela liberdade, mostrando uma vez mais a sua faceta anarquista, que 茅 sempre o que mais me espanta nos seus escritos.
H谩 algo de servil no h谩bito de invocar uma lei a que devemos obedecer. Podemos saber de cor as leis importantes por conveni锚ncia pr贸pria, mas uma vida bem-sucedida n茫o conhece leis. 脡 com certeza uma descoberta infeliz saber que uma lei nos subjuga de formas que desconhec铆amos. Vivam em liberdade, filhos da n茅voa.
September 12, 2019
脰zetle: Bitirince y眉r眉mek isteyeceksiniz.
Herhangi bir yere, var谋艧 noktas谋 olmadan y眉r眉mek. Sakinle艧tirici etkisi yaratan bir kitap, okuduk莽a "Neden kafamdaki gerekli gereksiz her 艧eyi bir kenara b谋rak谋p sadece y眉r眉m眉yorum?" dedim. Yazar谋n g眉nlerce y眉r眉d眉臒眉n眉 yazd谋臒谋 k谋s谋m do臒ruysa tebrik ediyorum.
Benim i莽in y眉r眉y眉艧 her zaman bir d眉艧眉nme 艧ekli, mutlaka kafamda bir 艧eyler olur. 脟o臒umuz i莽in bu b眉y眉k ihtimalle b枚yle. Thoreau ise y眉r眉rken i莽ini unutup d谋艧ar谋y谋 g枚zlemliyor. Kom艧usunun bah莽esinde 莽谋kan yeni bir bitki, hi莽 gitmedi臒i bir y枚nde kar艧谋la艧t谋klar谋, ay 谋艧谋臒谋nda y眉r眉rken de臒i艧en renkler, sessizlik... Betonlar谋n aras谋nda dahi olsa y眉r眉mek istiyor insan, 枚yle bir etki b谋rak谋yor.
Kitaba dair sevmedi臒im tek 艧ey bu denli do臒a hayran谋 birinin Amerikan Yerliler'inden "mahallenin 莽ocuklar谋" der gibi bahsetmesiydi. Yurtlar谋n谋 i艧gal ettikleri insanlardan biraz daha sayg谋yla bahsetmesini isterdim. Bu benim hissim de olabilir, yine de yan谋ld谋臒谋m谋 d眉艧眉nm眉yorum.
脟izdi臒im sat谋rlar de臒il paragraflar var ama bunlar谋 d眉艧眉nmeyi b谋rak谋p sadece y眉r眉rsem kitab谋 tam olarak eyleme d枚km眉艧 olaca臒谋m.
Herhangi bir yere, var谋艧 noktas谋 olmadan y眉r眉mek. Sakinle艧tirici etkisi yaratan bir kitap, okuduk莽a "Neden kafamdaki gerekli gereksiz her 艧eyi bir kenara b谋rak谋p sadece y眉r眉m眉yorum?" dedim. Yazar谋n g眉nlerce y眉r眉d眉臒眉n眉 yazd谋臒谋 k谋s谋m do臒ruysa tebrik ediyorum.
Benim i莽in y眉r眉y眉艧 her zaman bir d眉艧眉nme 艧ekli, mutlaka kafamda bir 艧eyler olur. 脟o臒umuz i莽in bu b眉y眉k ihtimalle b枚yle. Thoreau ise y眉r眉rken i莽ini unutup d谋艧ar谋y谋 g枚zlemliyor. Kom艧usunun bah莽esinde 莽谋kan yeni bir bitki, hi莽 gitmedi臒i bir y枚nde kar艧谋la艧t谋klar谋, ay 谋艧谋臒谋nda y眉r眉rken de臒i艧en renkler, sessizlik... Betonlar谋n aras谋nda dahi olsa y眉r眉mek istiyor insan, 枚yle bir etki b谋rak谋yor.
Kitaba dair sevmedi臒im tek 艧ey bu denli do臒a hayran谋 birinin Amerikan Yerliler'inden "mahallenin 莽ocuklar谋" der gibi bahsetmesiydi. Yurtlar谋n谋 i艧gal ettikleri insanlardan biraz daha sayg谋yla bahsetmesini isterdim. Bu benim hissim de olabilir, yine de yan谋ld谋臒谋m谋 d眉艧眉nm眉yorum.
脟izdi臒im sat谋rlar de臒il paragraflar var ama bunlar谋 d眉艧眉nmeyi b谋rak谋p sadece y眉r眉rsem kitab谋 tam olarak eyleme d枚km眉艧 olaca臒谋m.
December 30, 2012
Could jogging count, perchance? I promise to keep my head facing west by south-west as I run in my daily circles...
February 26, 2017
I was terribly disappointed in this book, primarily because it just didn't flow or hold together. I have known Thoreau primarily from quotations, and indeed, the lyrical or descriptive beauty of random excerpts from this book were its only redeeming elements.
Examples:
"For every walk is a sort of crusade..."
"When a traveler asked Wordsworth's servant to show him her master's study, she answered, 'Here is his library, but his study is out of doors.'"
"There is something in the mountain air that feeds the spirit and inspires."
"...in Wildness is the preservation of the World. Every tree sends its fibers forth in search of the Wild."
"Dullness is but another name for tameness...in short, all good things are wild and free."
And his eloquent conclusion:
"So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn."
But after all was said and done, these lovely pearls were not sufficient to make me want to recommend the book.
Examples:
"For every walk is a sort of crusade..."
"When a traveler asked Wordsworth's servant to show him her master's study, she answered, 'Here is his library, but his study is out of doors.'"
"There is something in the mountain air that feeds the spirit and inspires."
"...in Wildness is the preservation of the World. Every tree sends its fibers forth in search of the Wild."
"Dullness is but another name for tameness...in short, all good things are wild and free."
And his eloquent conclusion:
"So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn."
But after all was said and done, these lovely pearls were not sufficient to make me want to recommend the book.
April 11, 2019
Thoreau finds nature a reflection of how we think. Leaving nature for civilisation is the first mistake we make.
I love everything he writes, and of course, this is more about nature than it is about walking, and more of who we are in nature.
I love everything he writes, and of course, this is more about nature than it is about walking, and more of who we are in nature.
January 27, 2018
Where do you come from? where do you go? Where do you come from, Henry Thoreau?
July 30, 2016
This essay by is about the author's joy in living in nature and in the present. is a short read and nicely encapsulates many of Thoreau's themes from Walden Pond and his other works.
Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap. A people who would begin by burning the fences and let the forest stand! I saw the fences half consumed, their ends lost in the middle of the prairie, and some worldly miser with a surveyor looking after his bounds, while heaven had taken place around him, and he did not see the angels going to and fro, but was looking for an old post-hole in the midst of paradise. I looked again, and saw him standing in the middle of a boggy Stygian fen, surrounded by devils, and he had found his bounds without a doubt, three little stones, where a stake had been driven, and looking nearer, I saw that the Prince of Darkness was his surveyor.I live in an urban world in which I would have to drive at top sped for an hour and a half to get to the wildness of the desert, which Thoreau never knew. Most of my life is spent hemmed in by people, buildings, roads--and very little nature. Reading Thoreau, for me, is like nature porn. It excites me and makes me want to re-think my life.
I can easily walk ten, fifteen, twenty, any number of miles, commencing at my own door, without going by any house, without crossing a road except where the fox and the mink do: first along by the river, and then the brook, and then the meadow and the woodside. There are square miles in my vicinity which have no inhabitant. From many a hill I can see civilization and the abodes of man afar. The farmers and their works are scarcely more obvious than woodchucks and their burrows. Man and his affairs, church and state and school, trade and commerce, and manufactures and agriculture even politics, the most alarming of them all鈥擨 am pleased to see how little space they occupy in the landscape. Politics is but a narrow field, and that still narrower highway yonder leads to it. I sometimes direct the traveler thither. If you would go to the political world, follow the great road鈥攆ollow that market-man, keep his dust in your eyes, and it will lead you straight to it; for it, too, has its place merely, and does not occupy all space. I pass from it as from a bean field into the forest, and it is forgotten. In one half-hour I can walk off to some portion of the earth's surface where a man does not stand from one year's end to another, and there, consequently, politics are not, for they are but as the cigar-smoke of a man.
December 26, 2018
Saunter (at a clip!) far away from this one. You know there'll be trouble by page two when Thoreau, speculating on the etymology of the word "saunter," declares that he "prefer[s]" a derivation from "Sainte-Terrer," a "Holy-lander," rather than "sans terre," a wanderer "without land or a home." "For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels." Ugh. Malarkey.
"You must be born into the family of the Walkers. Ambulator nascitur, non fit." If it were possible to ruin walking (which it is not), this pompous tract would come close. By walking, Thoreau means walking westward (literally) toward a personal and national manifest destiny. Every walk has a telos. 鈥淲e go eastward to realize history and study the works of art and literature, retracting the steps of the race; we go westward as into the future, with a spirit of enterprise and adventure.鈥�
And those "mechanics and shopkeepers [who] stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon, too"? He pities and scorns them, lamenting their "moral insensibility." He displaces enmity for urbanization onto the urbanized (er, New England town-dwellers) themselves.
I didn't sense an interest in (or tolerance for) balance between nature/society. Thoreau presents false choices. Which makes for an exasperating read.
My priors: this is the first of Thoreau that I have read. I know little about transcendentalism.
"You must be born into the family of the Walkers. Ambulator nascitur, non fit." If it were possible to ruin walking (which it is not), this pompous tract would come close. By walking, Thoreau means walking westward (literally) toward a personal and national manifest destiny. Every walk has a telos. 鈥淲e go eastward to realize history and study the works of art and literature, retracting the steps of the race; we go westward as into the future, with a spirit of enterprise and adventure.鈥�
And those "mechanics and shopkeepers [who] stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon, too"? He pities and scorns them, lamenting their "moral insensibility." He displaces enmity for urbanization onto the urbanized (er, New England town-dwellers) themselves.
I didn't sense an interest in (or tolerance for) balance between nature/society. Thoreau presents false choices. Which makes for an exasperating read.
My priors: this is the first of Thoreau that I have read. I know little about transcendentalism.
July 13, 2016
Como nunca tinha lido Thoreau e tinha este PDF 脿 m茫o - que at茅 茅 uma coisita pequena - decidi experimentar este autor de quem h谩 muito ouvia falar. O que n茫o estava 脿 espera 茅 que fosse, literalmente, um livro sobre caminhadas. Da铆 n茫o viria nenhum mal; j谩 h谩 alguns anos que sou adepta de caminhadas, quer em grupo, quer comigo pr贸pria. S茫o a minha terapia e concordo com tudo o que aqui foi dito a prop贸sito. Depois, o autor alonga-se numa exaustiva reflex茫o sobre o modo de vida das sociedades modernas, o cada vez menor contacto com a natureza e consequ锚ncias. Aqui come莽ou a ficar muito radical e cansativo. 脡 que eu gosto muito de ir para a praia ou para o campo caminhar,mas n茫o prescindo do meu banho quente e do meu sof谩 fofinho. Tomar banho no charco com os sapos e comer s贸 o que produzir na hortinha j谩 茅 pedir muito.
April 10, 2023
I was surprised to find Thoreau's attitude somewhat... extremist (from what I had gathered about the author, I was already expecting, at least, a great deal of zeal). Thoreau's passion for walking and the natural world are evident throughout, possibly a revision of the wording at certain points in the essay could have avoided or limited the superior and judgemental vibe I sensed, particularly in the first half of the book (this was quite unfortunate as Thoreau made many valid points).
I had planned on reading Walden next. Perhaps I'll hold off a while, purely in the hopes that a time delay will help me get into it with fewer preconceived notions.
I had planned on reading Walden next. Perhaps I'll hold off a while, purely in the hopes that a time delay will help me get into it with fewer preconceived notions.
October 2, 2024
Thoreau longs for drone surveillance if only to greater appreciate the Lord鈥檚 broad strokes. This isn鈥檛 about the peripatetic but rather serial dualities. You know, worlds Old and New. Farmers and Poets, testaments to all things green, at least greenish.
August 7, 2022
Welcome to the ruminations of a man so utterly detached from society and so ridiculously romantic that he lacks all empathy, common sense or logic, and instead sits on his own throne of self-righteousness bemoaning the state of the world.
I wanted to like this essay. I love nature, I love walking, and I love reading about both. (Think "Walking to Listen" by Andrew Forsthoefel). But this book was such utter bull that it made me laugh to think that people can take this man seriously. Pretentiousness leaks from his pores. Let's quote some of the best lines:
"I think I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least-and it is commonly more than that- sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements."
You do you Thoreau. I have no problem with you waltzing around smelling the daisies, but to preach this way of life as the only one worth living is ludicrous. Here's another quote that backs up my point:
"I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops all day, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them; as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon; I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago".
Wow. Just wow. To think that paragraph, then decide to write it, then decide to PUBLISH it??? Thoreau's separation from working class people is revolting. Oh, and since in the rest of the book he loves talking about how he loves mud and swamps, why don't you get down off your pedestal Henry, and go grovel in some mud, ok honey? Would do wonders for your ego.
"How womankind, who are confined to the house still more than men, stand it, I do not know: but I have ground to suspect they do not STAND it at all".
Thoreau then goes on to say they instead sleep all day. Insufferable.
Now, I'm not here to lambast the entire book. There were sections and sentiments I actually agreed with. As follows:
"The callous palms of the laborer are conversant with finer tissues of self-respect and heroism, whose touch thrills the heart, than the languid fingers of idleness. That is mere sentimentality that lies abed by day and thinks itself white, far from the tan and callus of experience."
I agree with this quote, but it is ironic to me that Thoreau can say this after he just lamented the "poor, purposeless people that have to work for a living! How demeaning!" Please tell me, how much "Callous of experience" do you have after mooning around looking at pine needles your whole life and feeling high and mighty because you only walk in a westward direction?
Later in the book, Thoreau goes on a pro-America rant that is exaggerated to the point of absurdity. Listen, I love America. But here is a paragraph Thoreau wrote in all seriousness....
"In the New World, Nature has not only outlined her works on a larger scale, but has painted the whole picture with brighter and more costly colors than she used in delineating and beautifying the Old World....the heavens of American appear infinitely higher, the sky is bluer, the air is fresher, the cold is intenser, the moon looks larger, the stars are brighter, the thunder is louder, the lightning is vivider, the wind is stronger, the rain is heavier, the mountains are higher, the rivers longer, the forest bigger, the plains broader".....
You shouldn't have to do all the work Henry, let me help. "The authors are stupider, the men are prouder, the women are sleepier, the shopowners are more suicidal..."
He then says that Americans as a whole will be more intelligent and think grander thoughts than every country because of this environment. Sigh.
Here's the sentence that sent me over the edge.
"As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise was more favorably situated on the whole than the backwoodsmen in this country".
Go touch some grass Henry. Oh wait, that's all you do. Go get a 9-5 job Henry, and let me know what you think after you have to live a responsible life that is of some use to society instead of your incessant nattering.
He continues to talk about how much he loves swamps, specifically the "quaking sphagnum" which is an excellent insult. Here's another lovely quote from Henry:
"My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness".
No they don't. Don't pretend they do. If you were working in a coal mine for the rest of your days, I somewhat doubt that you would be composing sonnets to the bleak darkness that surrounds you, softly scratching hieroglyphics into the cave walls, humming softly to yourself; "yes, yes, this is a life worth living".
Then the book begins to talk about WILDNESS. How everything that is good is WILD. FREE. picture a bearded mountain man, his hair flowing softly in the breeze, eating pinecones and having constipation; YES. WILDERNESS. Thoreau says it best: "Give me for my friends and neighbors wild men, not tame ones." You say that now Henry, but when Bob from across the street is sitting in his lawn shirtless rubbing mayonnaise on his chest and chanting nursery rhymes, let me know what you think.
After all of this: There were some actual good parts of the book, hence the two and not one stars. The last section of several paragraphs was my favorite part by far: a simple description and appreciation of nature. If only Henry had stuck to that instead of being a *quirky* writer who can subsist on sunshine alone and has no grasp of reality.
I wanted to like this essay. I love nature, I love walking, and I love reading about both. (Think "Walking to Listen" by Andrew Forsthoefel). But this book was such utter bull that it made me laugh to think that people can take this man seriously. Pretentiousness leaks from his pores. Let's quote some of the best lines:
"I think I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least-and it is commonly more than that- sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements."
You do you Thoreau. I have no problem with you waltzing around smelling the daisies, but to preach this way of life as the only one worth living is ludicrous. Here's another quote that backs up my point:
"I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops all day, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them; as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon; I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago".
Wow. Just wow. To think that paragraph, then decide to write it, then decide to PUBLISH it??? Thoreau's separation from working class people is revolting. Oh, and since in the rest of the book he loves talking about how he loves mud and swamps, why don't you get down off your pedestal Henry, and go grovel in some mud, ok honey? Would do wonders for your ego.
"How womankind, who are confined to the house still more than men, stand it, I do not know: but I have ground to suspect they do not STAND it at all".
Thoreau then goes on to say they instead sleep all day. Insufferable.
Now, I'm not here to lambast the entire book. There were sections and sentiments I actually agreed with. As follows:
"The callous palms of the laborer are conversant with finer tissues of self-respect and heroism, whose touch thrills the heart, than the languid fingers of idleness. That is mere sentimentality that lies abed by day and thinks itself white, far from the tan and callus of experience."
I agree with this quote, but it is ironic to me that Thoreau can say this after he just lamented the "poor, purposeless people that have to work for a living! How demeaning!" Please tell me, how much "Callous of experience" do you have after mooning around looking at pine needles your whole life and feeling high and mighty because you only walk in a westward direction?
Later in the book, Thoreau goes on a pro-America rant that is exaggerated to the point of absurdity. Listen, I love America. But here is a paragraph Thoreau wrote in all seriousness....
"In the New World, Nature has not only outlined her works on a larger scale, but has painted the whole picture with brighter and more costly colors than she used in delineating and beautifying the Old World....the heavens of American appear infinitely higher, the sky is bluer, the air is fresher, the cold is intenser, the moon looks larger, the stars are brighter, the thunder is louder, the lightning is vivider, the wind is stronger, the rain is heavier, the mountains are higher, the rivers longer, the forest bigger, the plains broader".....
You shouldn't have to do all the work Henry, let me help. "The authors are stupider, the men are prouder, the women are sleepier, the shopowners are more suicidal..."
He then says that Americans as a whole will be more intelligent and think grander thoughts than every country because of this environment. Sigh.
Here's the sentence that sent me over the edge.
"As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise was more favorably situated on the whole than the backwoodsmen in this country".
Go touch some grass Henry. Oh wait, that's all you do. Go get a 9-5 job Henry, and let me know what you think after you have to live a responsible life that is of some use to society instead of your incessant nattering.
He continues to talk about how much he loves swamps, specifically the "quaking sphagnum" which is an excellent insult. Here's another lovely quote from Henry:
"My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness".
No they don't. Don't pretend they do. If you were working in a coal mine for the rest of your days, I somewhat doubt that you would be composing sonnets to the bleak darkness that surrounds you, softly scratching hieroglyphics into the cave walls, humming softly to yourself; "yes, yes, this is a life worth living".
Then the book begins to talk about WILDNESS. How everything that is good is WILD. FREE. picture a bearded mountain man, his hair flowing softly in the breeze, eating pinecones and having constipation; YES. WILDERNESS. Thoreau says it best: "Give me for my friends and neighbors wild men, not tame ones." You say that now Henry, but when Bob from across the street is sitting in his lawn shirtless rubbing mayonnaise on his chest and chanting nursery rhymes, let me know what you think.
After all of this: There were some actual good parts of the book, hence the two and not one stars. The last section of several paragraphs was my favorite part by far: a simple description and appreciation of nature. If only Henry had stuck to that instead of being a *quirky* writer who can subsist on sunshine alone and has no grasp of reality.
July 12, 2021
mislim da je thoreauov glas danas aktualniji no ikada, ne samo radi spasa Zemlje, nego i radi spasa zdravog razuma.
August 25, 2017
Thoreau, filosofo statunitense, scrive poco prima di morire nel 1862 鈥淐amminare鈥�, una raccolta di pensieri elaborati e scritti durante le sue lunghe escursioni solitarie nella natura selvaggia.
Nel piccolo libro cerca di trasmettere al lettore il desiderio di immergersi nella foresta e nella Natura per allontanarsi dalla vita di societ脿, da tutto ci貌 che sia stato contaminato dall鈥檜omo, dalla fretta, dai ritmi frenetici, anche a costo di disubbidire alle norme e alle costrizioni della societ脿 stessa.
Per Thoreau per貌 il contatto con la natura non 猫 sufficiente: bisogna camminare, per ore, tutti i giorni. Non per fare esercizio fisico, ma per staccarsi completamente dai propri (inutili) pensieri quotidiani arrivando a guardarsi dentro, di entrare in sintonia con le piante, i minerali, gli animali. Insomma bisogna camminare per realizzare un legame con la natura tutta e quindi, di conseguenza, con la propria essenza.
Thoreau non si interroga solo sulla Natura, ma anche sull鈥檌mportanza del sapere e della conoscenza, chiamata ignoranza costruttiva, diversa dall鈥檌gnoranza, detta conoscenza sterile.
"L'ignoranza di un uomo 猫 talvolta non soltanto utile, ma bella, mentre il cosiddetto sapere 猫 spesso ancor meno che utile, e decisamente brutto. Con quale uomo 猫 preferibile avere a che fare, con uno che non sa nulla di un argomento e, cosa estremamente rara, sa di non sapere nulla, o con uno che ne sa realmente qualcosa, ma pensa di sapere tutto?"
Oggi siamo abbastanza abituati a questo modo di pensare "ecologico". Ma nel 1832, questa era una visione decisamente diversa, controcorrente e avveniristica.
Camminare quindi. Per elevarci spiritualmente, per riflettere, per scappare anche, perch茅 no, dai nostri problemi quotidiani, spesso banali. Gioire di ci貌 che c鈥櫭� di vero e di incontaminato (anche se ormai di incontaminato c鈥櫭� pochino鈥�) e godere di ci貌 che non appartiene a nessuno.
Sembra facile鈥听potrei chiudere qui.
Ma鈥� Non posso non esprimere qualche dubbio in merito. Possiamo immaginare oggi (forse negli USA nel 1800 si poteva) una societ脿 di individui che lasciano la societ脿 e le sue regole per integrarsi nella Natura incontaminata? E鈥� meglio fuggire (perch茅 di fuga si tratta) o combattere e migliorare le condizioni della convivenza civile? E鈥� necessariamente vero che sempre, proprio sempre, il progresso sia negativo?
Va bene, caro Thoreau, la tua visione mi piace, 猫 romanticamente ineccepibile e mi ha fatto riflettere molto. Ma forse, oggi, la considero un pochino utopistica. 听
Nel piccolo libro cerca di trasmettere al lettore il desiderio di immergersi nella foresta e nella Natura per allontanarsi dalla vita di societ脿, da tutto ci貌 che sia stato contaminato dall鈥檜omo, dalla fretta, dai ritmi frenetici, anche a costo di disubbidire alle norme e alle costrizioni della societ脿 stessa.
Per Thoreau per貌 il contatto con la natura non 猫 sufficiente: bisogna camminare, per ore, tutti i giorni. Non per fare esercizio fisico, ma per staccarsi completamente dai propri (inutili) pensieri quotidiani arrivando a guardarsi dentro, di entrare in sintonia con le piante, i minerali, gli animali. Insomma bisogna camminare per realizzare un legame con la natura tutta e quindi, di conseguenza, con la propria essenza.
Thoreau non si interroga solo sulla Natura, ma anche sull鈥檌mportanza del sapere e della conoscenza, chiamata ignoranza costruttiva, diversa dall鈥檌gnoranza, detta conoscenza sterile.
"L'ignoranza di un uomo 猫 talvolta non soltanto utile, ma bella, mentre il cosiddetto sapere 猫 spesso ancor meno che utile, e decisamente brutto. Con quale uomo 猫 preferibile avere a che fare, con uno che non sa nulla di un argomento e, cosa estremamente rara, sa di non sapere nulla, o con uno che ne sa realmente qualcosa, ma pensa di sapere tutto?"
Oggi siamo abbastanza abituati a questo modo di pensare "ecologico". Ma nel 1832, questa era una visione decisamente diversa, controcorrente e avveniristica.
Camminare quindi. Per elevarci spiritualmente, per riflettere, per scappare anche, perch茅 no, dai nostri problemi quotidiani, spesso banali. Gioire di ci貌 che c鈥櫭� di vero e di incontaminato (anche se ormai di incontaminato c鈥櫭� pochino鈥�) e godere di ci貌 che non appartiene a nessuno.
Sembra facile鈥听potrei chiudere qui.
Ma鈥� Non posso non esprimere qualche dubbio in merito. Possiamo immaginare oggi (forse negli USA nel 1800 si poteva) una societ脿 di individui che lasciano la societ脿 e le sue regole per integrarsi nella Natura incontaminata? E鈥� meglio fuggire (perch茅 di fuga si tratta) o combattere e migliorare le condizioni della convivenza civile? E鈥� necessariamente vero che sempre, proprio sempre, il progresso sia negativo?
Va bene, caro Thoreau, la tua visione mi piace, 猫 romanticamente ineccepibile e mi ha fatto riflettere molto. Ma forse, oggi, la considero un pochino utopistica. 听
August 31, 2018
I recently read an article that said Thoreau lived about a mile and a half from his family home for his hermitage. So he wasn't far from civilization during his time in Walden woods. He also had lots of visitors. So here's my point, the beginning of this book says that Henry David Thoreau walked 30 miles a day. And I think to myself, "Hmmm. Men never make good shopping lists. Otherwise he would not have had to make so many trips because he forgot to buy milk, eggs, bread, etc." I know. I'm brilliant at looking at the big picture. hahaha!
Anyway I joined the masses while listening to this book and hit the pavement. I walked, I observed the things around me and enjoyed listening to his opinions on stuff. So lace up your sneakers and start walking. But, take your list with you, 30 miles is ridiculous.
Anyway I joined the masses while listening to this book and hit the pavement. I walked, I observed the things around me and enjoyed listening to his opinions on stuff. So lace up your sneakers and start walking. But, take your list with you, 30 miles is ridiculous.
January 1, 2017
7 in 7 readathon book #4. A big meh. Starts well, then he goes off on one about civilisation and society. Doesn't really stick to the topic of walking at all. Too bad.
September 28, 2020
Thoreau at his very best! 鉂� Reading this was like accompanying him on one of his walks. There were so many beautiful passages, I kept looking for a sympathetic ear to share them with! Here are just a few of my favorites...
If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life. Think of a man鈥檚 swinging dumb-bells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him!
I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows. We require an infusion of hemlock spruce or arbor vit忙 in our tea.
Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. When, formerly, I have analyzed my partiality for some farm which I had contemplated purchasing, I have frequently found that I was attracted solely by a few square rods of impermeable and unfathomable bog鈥攁 natural sink in one corner of it. That was the jewel which dazzled me. I derive more of my subsistence from the swamps which surround my native town than from the cultivated gardens in the village...Yes, though you may think me perverse, if it were proposed to me to dwell in the neighborhood of the most beautiful garden that ever human art contrived, or else of a dismal swamp, I should certainly decide for the swamp. How vain, then, have been all your labors, citizens, for me!
My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness!
Where is the literature which gives expression to Nature? He would be a poet who could impress the winds and streams into his service, to speak for him; who nailed words to their primitive senses, as farmers drive down stakes in the spring, which the frost has heaved; who derived his words as often as he used them鈥攖ransplanted them to his page with earth adhering to their roots; whose words were so true and fresh and natural that they would appear to expand like the buds at the approach of spring, though they lay half smothered between two musty leaves in a library,鈥攁ye, to bloom and bear fruit there, after their kind, annually, for the faithful reader, in sympathy with surrounding Nature.
We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold grey day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hillside, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing was wanting to make a paradise of that meadow.
If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life. Think of a man鈥檚 swinging dumb-bells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him!
I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows. We require an infusion of hemlock spruce or arbor vit忙 in our tea.
Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. When, formerly, I have analyzed my partiality for some farm which I had contemplated purchasing, I have frequently found that I was attracted solely by a few square rods of impermeable and unfathomable bog鈥攁 natural sink in one corner of it. That was the jewel which dazzled me. I derive more of my subsistence from the swamps which surround my native town than from the cultivated gardens in the village...Yes, though you may think me perverse, if it were proposed to me to dwell in the neighborhood of the most beautiful garden that ever human art contrived, or else of a dismal swamp, I should certainly decide for the swamp. How vain, then, have been all your labors, citizens, for me!
My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness!
Where is the literature which gives expression to Nature? He would be a poet who could impress the winds and streams into his service, to speak for him; who nailed words to their primitive senses, as farmers drive down stakes in the spring, which the frost has heaved; who derived his words as often as he used them鈥攖ransplanted them to his page with earth adhering to their roots; whose words were so true and fresh and natural that they would appear to expand like the buds at the approach of spring, though they lay half smothered between two musty leaves in a library,鈥攁ye, to bloom and bear fruit there, after their kind, annually, for the faithful reader, in sympathy with surrounding Nature.
We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold grey day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hillside, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing was wanting to make a paradise of that meadow.
December 26, 2021
Real rating - 2.5
I'm conflicted on this one. Here and there are some genuinely interesting notions, but they get lost in a parade of Thoreau's elitism. He just goes on and on about how special he is and how lost other people are. A lot of the text is dedicated to mere personal preferences. He doesn't really build a case for a naturalistic or wild lifestyle, he just talks about how much he likes that kind of stuff and how much he detests towns and civilization.
In that way, this book is probably going to be enjoyable for people who already share his mindset. Even then, I don't think there is much of substance to be found here.
Sometimes Thoreau says something that really hits home, and it's moments like these that redeem the book for me. The lines concerning private property specifically caught my attention. I'd been feeling similarly and he expressed exactly that feeling. I also can't help but praise how well written this is. While it lacks substance, this is overflowing with style. It doesn't save the book, but it does make it extremely readable.
I've seen other people say that Walden is just this, but better. I haven't read Walden yet, but if you are interested in this book, I'll defer to their judgment and say to just read Walden.
I'm conflicted on this one. Here and there are some genuinely interesting notions, but they get lost in a parade of Thoreau's elitism. He just goes on and on about how special he is and how lost other people are. A lot of the text is dedicated to mere personal preferences. He doesn't really build a case for a naturalistic or wild lifestyle, he just talks about how much he likes that kind of stuff and how much he detests towns and civilization.
In that way, this book is probably going to be enjoyable for people who already share his mindset. Even then, I don't think there is much of substance to be found here.
Sometimes Thoreau says something that really hits home, and it's moments like these that redeem the book for me. The lines concerning private property specifically caught my attention. I'd been feeling similarly and he expressed exactly that feeling. I also can't help but praise how well written this is. While it lacks substance, this is overflowing with style. It doesn't save the book, but it does make it extremely readable.
I've seen other people say that Walden is just this, but better. I haven't read Walden yet, but if you are interested in this book, I'll defer to their judgment and say to just read Walden.
July 2, 2008
"When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them -- as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon -- I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago."
I usually read from this at least a few times a month. One of my all time favorite Thoreau pieces. His wit and critiques are spot on; as per usual with Thoreau. The quote above (along with the rest of the piece) often makes me question what I am doing with my life. Were we really made to sit around all day at desks? It makes me long for nature and question what society has become. A great piece that all should read!
I usually read from this at least a few times a month. One of my all time favorite Thoreau pieces. His wit and critiques are spot on; as per usual with Thoreau. The quote above (along with the rest of the piece) often makes me question what I am doing with my life. Were we really made to sit around all day at desks? It makes me long for nature and question what society has become. A great piece that all should read!
July 11, 2022
Leggere un testo che parla dell'esercizio fisico (e non solo) come il camminare 猫 sempre piacevole, poi se fatto da uno specialista e amante della natura come Thoreau ancora meglio. Lo consiglio a tutti, anche ai pi霉 pigri, perch茅 la Natura ci chiama nel suo regno, ci invita ad esplorarla.
February 2, 2024
These are the 7 lessons I got from the book:
1. At the beginning of the book, the author states that walking is for those who are willing to leave their families behind and have their affairs in order, as it grants them the freedom to embark on prolonged adventures. From this, I understand that while we all have a home鈥攁 place where our hearts reside鈥攚e can also be independent and pursue our true callings.
2. He also mentions that some people aspire to walk as he does, but he believes that becoming a walker is an act of God and a gift that is bestowed. He further states,
3. He emphasized the importance of well-being. He states that he must walk for at least 4 hours a day and criticizes those who lead a sedentary lifestyle, suggesting that it is almost self-destructive to not engage in physical activity. Additionally, he highlights the significance of obtaining sufficient sleep at night and even cites the discovery of actinismo as evidence to support his argument.
It鈥檚 interesting how these 2 practices (walking, sleeping) are the center of many discussions around health and well-being in modern times but Thoreau understood this back in the 1800s.
For Thoreau, the air in the mountains feeds the spirit and inspires, and they鈥檙e part of growing intellectually and physically. Again, back then he was talking about advice that is currently given to people to preserve their mental health, being out in nature.
4. On being Present. The author expresses alarm when walking in the woods and realizing that their mind is elsewhere, preoccupied with obligations. They question the purpose of being in the woods if their thoughts are focused on something outside of it. He said,
5. He said: 鈥淲e would fain [like] take that walk, never yet taken by us through this actual world, which is perfectly symbolical of the path which we would love to travel in the interior and ideal world; and sometimes, no doubt, we find it difficult to choose our direction, because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea [mind].鈥�
The message conveyed here is about decision-making. Sometimes, we have a desired path or idea in mind, and we can sense it within ourselves. However, we hesitate to make a decision because the entire picture is not clear. For instance, we may want to start a business or a project, but we encounter tasks where we are unsure of what to do. In such cases, it is crucial to create a detailed plan and either learn the necessary skills or, even better, delegate them to others.
He gives the example of the italian Christopher Columbus, who felt a strong calling from the west, he followed and ended leading the explorations that discovered the Caribbean, Central and South America. Sometimes, clarity also comes from spending time with the idea and listening to our intuition, our inner guide.
6. Thoreau said: 鈥淒ullness is but another name for tameness鈥� which is another way of saying that boredom is but another name for domestication.
He gives the example of how attractive free and wild thinking can be, as seen in Hamlet and the Iliad. The lesson here is that when we feel bored with our lives or what we do, it's often because we've somehow been subordinated to an external perceived authority, tried to imitate or live the lives of others, or attempted to be someone we're not instead of embracing our true selves.
Another point he makes is that exploring different paths in nature brings variety to his life.
7. He shares: 鈥淎 successful life knows no law鈥� The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all the laws, by virtue of his relation to the lawmaker鈥�.
He presents the idea of "taking the liberty", which is empowering because it means that liberty is not bestowed upon us by someone else. Additionally, the most powerful form of liberty is living in alignment with ourselves, which can have a transformative impact on our environment, surpassing any laws.
Henry David Thoreau's ideas were ahead of his time. He found freedom and inspiration by being in nature, and he also translated that into individual freedom. This led him to write books that inspired social movements of great significance in the history of the United States of America.
1. At the beginning of the book, the author states that walking is for those who are willing to leave their families behind and have their affairs in order, as it grants them the freedom to embark on prolonged adventures. From this, I understand that while we all have a home鈥攁 place where our hearts reside鈥攚e can also be independent and pursue our true callings.
2. He also mentions that some people aspire to walk as he does, but he believes that becoming a walker is an act of God and a gift that is bestowed. He further states,
"No wealth can buy the requisite leisure, freedom, and independence which are the capital in this profession."In my observation of life so far, individuals who engage in frequent walks in nature do so because they have an intrinsic calling for it. They make time for it and do not simply leave it as wishful thinking. On the other hand, those who are not naturally inclined towards it would need to plan for it. Perhaps, some individuals do not truly desire the act of walking itself (otherwise they would already be doing it), but rather, they yearn for the freedom and independence that come as intangible gifts from engaging in activities they love.
3. He emphasized the importance of well-being. He states that he must walk for at least 4 hours a day and criticizes those who lead a sedentary lifestyle, suggesting that it is almost self-destructive to not engage in physical activity. Additionally, he highlights the significance of obtaining sufficient sleep at night and even cites the discovery of actinismo as evidence to support his argument.
It鈥檚 interesting how these 2 practices (walking, sleeping) are the center of many discussions around health and well-being in modern times but Thoreau understood this back in the 1800s.
For Thoreau, the air in the mountains feeds the spirit and inspires, and they鈥檙e part of growing intellectually and physically. Again, back then he was talking about advice that is currently given to people to preserve their mental health, being out in nature.
4. On being Present. The author expresses alarm when walking in the woods and realizing that their mind is elsewhere, preoccupied with obligations. They question the purpose of being in the woods if their thoughts are focused on something outside of it. He said,
"What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods".This is a reminder of the importance of being present with oneself, when sharing time with others, during a meal, exercise or any other activity, we may miss the best of those moments if we are not present. It seems that Thoreau used these walks as his form of meditation, reflection on life and introspection.
5. He said: 鈥淲e would fain [like] take that walk, never yet taken by us through this actual world, which is perfectly symbolical of the path which we would love to travel in the interior and ideal world; and sometimes, no doubt, we find it difficult to choose our direction, because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea [mind].鈥�
The message conveyed here is about decision-making. Sometimes, we have a desired path or idea in mind, and we can sense it within ourselves. However, we hesitate to make a decision because the entire picture is not clear. For instance, we may want to start a business or a project, but we encounter tasks where we are unsure of what to do. In such cases, it is crucial to create a detailed plan and either learn the necessary skills or, even better, delegate them to others.
He gives the example of the italian Christopher Columbus, who felt a strong calling from the west, he followed and ended leading the explorations that discovered the Caribbean, Central and South America. Sometimes, clarity also comes from spending time with the idea and listening to our intuition, our inner guide.
6. Thoreau said: 鈥淒ullness is but another name for tameness鈥� which is another way of saying that boredom is but another name for domestication.
He gives the example of how attractive free and wild thinking can be, as seen in Hamlet and the Iliad. The lesson here is that when we feel bored with our lives or what we do, it's often because we've somehow been subordinated to an external perceived authority, tried to imitate or live the lives of others, or attempted to be someone we're not instead of embracing our true selves.
Another point he makes is that exploring different paths in nature brings variety to his life.
7. He shares: 鈥淎 successful life knows no law鈥� The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all the laws, by virtue of his relation to the lawmaker鈥�.
He presents the idea of "taking the liberty", which is empowering because it means that liberty is not bestowed upon us by someone else. Additionally, the most powerful form of liberty is living in alignment with ourselves, which can have a transformative impact on our environment, surpassing any laws.
Henry David Thoreau's ideas were ahead of his time. He found freedom and inspiration by being in nature, and he also translated that into individual freedom. This led him to write books that inspired social movements of great significance in the history of the United States of America.
January 30, 2021
"There is a keen enjoyment in a mere animal existence."
In听addition to their typical saying that reading takes one to noble atmosphere and newer realities,听certain books demand prerequisite atmosphere to read them in the first place among other categories. I'd like to assert that most of the works of Thoreau belong to this category.
Lately I've become a bit sceptical with works of听sheer romance showering platonic love for the deep woods, barbarous coasts and the听remotest whereabouts. It strikes a bit听similar to what Sartre wrote on the ways we can delude ourselves keeping reason on our听side, here reason getting replaced by romanticism especially at the parts where Thoreau parted ways with the tradition of east west dichotomy and brought the wild west rhetoric and advent of new world, a听romanticized colonial term, to feed the hunger inside of the people who bored themselves to death by civilization. With specific worldviews and value judgements, such sheer love听affair for the wild could make a lot of chaos and would give you we-live-in-a-society vibes in the opposite sense.
On the positive side, Walking is lucid. Walking could make us humble despite the illusion of learning and knowledge that we think we have of living and dying.听At the same time, Walking could take you to a world that never was. Nevertheless it makes you earn for such possible听 past to have existed so you could linger over it.
Came for the romanticism and stayed for the lucidity. And yes, just like Rousseau's.
Walking (1861) ~ Henry David Thoreau
In听addition to their typical saying that reading takes one to noble atmosphere and newer realities,听certain books demand prerequisite atmosphere to read them in the first place among other categories. I'd like to assert that most of the works of Thoreau belong to this category.
Lately I've become a bit sceptical with works of听sheer romance showering platonic love for the deep woods, barbarous coasts and the听remotest whereabouts. It strikes a bit听similar to what Sartre wrote on the ways we can delude ourselves keeping reason on our听side, here reason getting replaced by romanticism especially at the parts where Thoreau parted ways with the tradition of east west dichotomy and brought the wild west rhetoric and advent of new world, a听romanticized colonial term, to feed the hunger inside of the people who bored themselves to death by civilization. With specific worldviews and value judgements, such sheer love听affair for the wild could make a lot of chaos and would give you we-live-in-a-society vibes in the opposite sense.
On the positive side, Walking is lucid. Walking could make us humble despite the illusion of learning and knowledge that we think we have of living and dying.听At the same time, Walking could take you to a world that never was. Nevertheless it makes you earn for such possible听 past to have existed so you could linger over it.
Came for the romanticism and stayed for the lucidity. And yes, just like Rousseau's.
Walking (1861) ~ Henry David Thoreau
October 5, 2021
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May 18, 2019
I wouldn't want to meet Thoreau in real life.
"Which is the best man to deal with鈥攈e who knows nothing about a subject, and, what is extremely rare, knows that he knows nothing, or he who really knows something about it, but thinks that he knows all?"
Thoreau is the latter. But this little book has several enjoyable, ranty, insights.
"He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea."
"When a traveler asked Wordsworth's servant to show him her master's study, she answered, "Here is his library, but his study is out of doors."
"What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?"
He harshly rebukes that person that sits at three in the afternoon as if it is three in the morning. I read these wise words at three in the afternoon in my favourite armchair.
"Which is the best man to deal with鈥攈e who knows nothing about a subject, and, what is extremely rare, knows that he knows nothing, or he who really knows something about it, but thinks that he knows all?"
Thoreau is the latter. But this little book has several enjoyable, ranty, insights.
"He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea."
"When a traveler asked Wordsworth's servant to show him her master's study, she answered, "Here is his library, but his study is out of doors."
"What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?"
He harshly rebukes that person that sits at three in the afternoon as if it is three in the morning. I read these wise words at three in the afternoon in my favourite armchair.
March 30, 2020
螒谓 魏伪喂 苇蠂蠅 蔚未蠋 魏伪喂 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪喂蟻蠈 蟿伪 "Walden", "螤蔚蟻喂蟺位伪谓萎蟽蔚喂蟼" 魏伪喂 "螤慰位喂蟿喂魏萎 伪谓蠀蟺伪魏慰萎", 畏 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 渭慰蠀 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿慰 苇蟻纬慰 蟿慰蠀 围. 螡蟿. 螛慰蟻蠈 苇渭蔚位位蔚 谓伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿慰 "螤蔚蚁蟺伪蟿蠋谓蟿伪蟼", 蟺慰蠀 苇蟺蔚蟽蔚 蟽蟿伪 蠂苇蟻喂伪 渭慰蠀 蟺蟻喂谓 位委纬蔚蟼 渭苇蟻蔚蟼. 螒蠀蟿蠈 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委伪 魏蔚委渭蔚谓伪 蟺慰蠀 苇纬蟻伪蠄蔚 慰 螛慰蟻蠈 魏伪喂 蟺喂胃伪谓蠈蟿伪蟿伪 蟽蠀谓慰蠄委味蔚喂 蠈位畏 蟿慰蠀 蟿畏 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁委伪 纬蠉蟻蠅 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏 桅蠉蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏 味蠅萎 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠉纬蠂蟻慰谓慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀. 韦慰 尾喂尾位喂伪蟻维魏喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 渭喂位维蔚喂 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 纬喂伪 蟿畏 桅蠉蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏 胃苇蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿慰谓 魏蠈蟽渭慰, 蟺伪蟻维 纬喂伪 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻蟺维蟿畏渭伪 伪蠀蟿蠈 魏伪胃蔚伪蠀蟿蠈, 伪位位维 蠈蟺蠅蟼 魏伪喂 谓伪'蠂蔚喂 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻蟺维蟿畏渭伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿慰 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 渭苇蟽慰 纬喂伪 谓伪 苇蟻胃蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟽蔚 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟻喂谓维 谓伪 伪蟺慰渭伪魏蟻蠀谓胃蔚委 蟽蠅渭伪蟿喂魏维 魏伪喂 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏维 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 "蔚蟺喂蟿蔚蠉纬渭伪蟿伪" 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠉纬蠂蟻慰谓慰蠀 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭慰蠉. 螖蔚谓 胃伪 喂蟽蠂蠀蟻喂蟽蟿蠋 蠈蟿喂 魏伪蟿伪谓蠈畏蟽伪 蟽蔚 尾维胃慰蟼 蟿慰谓 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏蠈 渭慰谓蠈位慰纬慰 蟿慰蠀 螛慰蟻蠈, 渭喂伪蟼 魏伪喂 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟽蠀蠂谓维 慰 谓慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 尉蔚蠁蔚蠉纬蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 未蠅 魏伪喂 伪蟺蠈 魏蔚喂, 蠈渭蠅蟼 伪谓伪渭蠁委尾慰位伪 蟺蟻蠈魏蔚喂蟿伪喂 纬喂伪 苇谓伪 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈 魏蔚委渭蔚谓慰 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 谓伪 蟺蔚喂 蟺慰位位维 蟺蟻维纬渭伪蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀蟼 蟿畏蟼 蟽畏渭蔚蟻喂谓萎蟼 蔚蟺慰蠂萎蟼. (7.5/10)
July 7, 2019
Y眉r眉menin de臒erini bilen biriyim ama san谋yorum bu kitapta bir 艧eyleri g枚remedim ya da anlat谋lanlar谋 枚z眉mseyemedim. Bir yerde bir yanl谋艧l谋k oldu ama 莽枚zemedim. Kitaptan ne yaz谋k ki keyif alamad谋臒谋m gibi anlat谋m dilini de sevemedim. Fakat bu benim okudu臒um ruh hali i莽in ge莽erli olabilir. 脟o臒u ki艧i iyi 艧eyler s枚ylemi艧 kitapla ilgili o y眉zden bir 艧ans verilebilir. Zaten seksen k眉s眉r sayfal谋k bir kitap oldu臒u i莽in 莽abuk bitiyor fazla zaman harcamam谋艧 oluyorsunuz.
June 18, 2024
Me conmueve mucho Thoreau, literalmente. Su forma de ver el mundo y la vida, si bien no siempre coincido con 茅l, me maravilla, me deja pensando, a veces me hace llorar.
Lo amo.
Lo amo.
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