Posted by on Jan 18, 2009 in Life, Reading | 2 comments

I love Walden. When I had to read it for a high school class I hated it. The war between the ants? Oh, please. But later, at my own pace and for my own pleasure, I read it again—and again and again and again—and the intensity of Thoreau’s transcendentalism and love of solitude always delights and refreshes me.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

A (wo)man thinking or working is always alone.

2 Comments

  1. 1-18-2009
    otherlisa says:

    I have to have my alone time. I don’t know how I would manage without it. It’s a writer thing, I guess…

  2. 1-19-2009
    Dana says:

    I love being alone a great deal of the time, but then I get lonely and want company. I love the Walden, btw. I never read Thoreau!

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