the Thoreau Log.
13 May 1852. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The best men that I know are not serene, a world in themselves. They dwell in form. They flatter and study effect, only more finely than the rest. The world to me appears uninhabited . . .

  P.M.—To Walden in rain.

  A May storm, yesterday and to-day; rather cold. The fields are green now, and the cows find good feed. The female Populus grandidentata, whose long catkins are now growing old, is now leafing out. The flowerless (male?) ones show half-unfolded silvery leaves. Both these and the aspens are quite green (the bark) in the rain . . .

(Journal, 4:46-49)

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