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jessikap77 says:
"A passage from Thoreau's Walden (since I have no idea where the name Walden63 came from). Section: Brute Neighbors (seemed appropriate) Interjections in parentheses.
"Hermit (The Karl?): I wonder what the world is doing now. I have not heard so much as a locust over the sweet-fern these three hours (the plague is not yet upon us). The pigeons (Toby and Tood) are all asleep upon their roosts — no flutter from them. Was that a farmer's noon horn which sounded from beyond the woods just now? (If so, I am late for work.) The hands are coming in to boiled salt beef and cider and Indian bread (Indian bread? It's Saint Patrick's Day!). Why will men worry themselves so? He that does not eat need not work. I wonder how much they have reaped. Who would live there where a body can never think for the barking of Bose?(Olde worlde shortening of Bozino) And oh, the housekeeping! to keep bright the devil's (Derek's?) door-knobs, and scour his tubs this bright day! Better not keep a house. Say, some hollow tree (do they have those in WOW?); and then for morning calls and dinner-parties (and GAMES!!)! Only a woodpecker tapping. Oh, they swarm; the sun is too warm there; they are born too far into life for me. I have water from the spring, and a loaf of brown bread on the shelf .— Hark! I hear a rustling of the leaves. Is it some ill-fed village hound yielding to the instinct of the chase? or the lost pig which is said to be in these woods, whose tracks I saw after the rain? (Or Mexicans stealing tools out of Derek's car?) It comes on apace; my sumacs and sweetbriers tremble. — Eh, Mr. Poet, is it you? How do you like the world to-day?"12th July, 2007
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