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His journals
should not be permitted to be read by any, as I think they were
not meant to be read. I alone might read them intelligently. To
most others they would only give false impressions. I have never
been able to understand what he meant by his life. Why did he
care so much about being a writer? Why did he pay so much
attention to his own thoughts? Why was he so dissatisfied with
everyone else, etc? Why was he so much interested in the river
and the woods and the sky, etc? Something peculiar, I judge.
Ellery Channing,
friend of Thoreau's
"Welcome to the 8th year
year of Journal Drippings. For those new to this monthly Thoreau e-mail
digest: I began this project in 1997, and it's my attempt to explore and
share the sunset (or is it sunrise?) mind of Henry David Thoreau, as
reflected in his 14-volume, 7000+ page journal. I am now just beyond the
half-way point. The more familiar aphorisms and otherwise great lines
that later found their way into his better known essays or in Walden
have been omitted. This is the Thoreau you may not have met.
Enjoy!....and please pass this on to others who might be interested."
Bill Schechter
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