See Important Quotations Explained Summary Thoreau recalls the several places where he nearly settled before selecting Walden Pond, all of them estates on a rather large scale.
|Related Questions||He has talked to all the nearby farmers and imagined buying their houses and living there. He believes a place in the country to be best, far from the village.|
Retrieved October 04,from http: Next The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. I have thus surveyed the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live.
In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price. This experience entitled me to be regarded as a sort of real—estate broker by my friends. Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly.
What is a house but a sedes, a seat?
I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it. Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
The future inhabitants of this region, wherever they may place their houses, may be sure that they have been anticipated. An afternoon sufficed to lay out the land into orchard, wood—lot, and pasture, and to decide what fine oaks or pines should be left to stand before the door, and whence each blasted tree could be seen to the best advantage; and then I let it lie, fallow, perchance, for a man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms—the refusal was all I wanted—but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife—every man has such a wife—changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
Now, to speak the truth, I had but ten cents in the world, and it surpassed my arithmetic to tell, if I was that man who had ten cents, or who had a farm, or ten dollars, or all together. However, I let him keep the ten dollars and the farm too, for I had carried it far enough; or rather, to be generous, I sold him the farm for just what I gave for it, and, as he was not a rich man, made him a present of ten dollars, and still had my ten cents, and seeds, and materials for a wheelbarrow left.
I found thus that I had been a rich man without any damage to my poverty. But I retained the landscape, and I have since annually carried off what it yielded without a wheelbarrow.
With respect to landscapes, "I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute. Why, the owner does not know it for many years when a poet has put his farm in rhyme, the most admirable kind of invisible fence, has fairly impounded it, milked it, skimmed it, and got all the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk.
The real attractions of the Hollowell farm, to me, were: I was in haste to buy it, before the proprietor finished getting out some rocks, cutting down the hollow apple trees, and grubbing up some young birches which had sprung up in the pasture, or, in short, had made any more of his improvements.
To enjoy these advantages I was ready to carry it on; like Atlas, to take the world on my shoulders—I never heard what compensation he received for that—and do all those things which had no other motive or excuse but that I might pay for it and be unmolested in my possession of it; for I knew all the while that it would yield the most abundant crop of the kind I wanted, if I could only afford to let it alone.
But it turned out as I have said. All that I could say, then, with respect to farming on a large scale—I have always cultivated a garden—was, that I had had my seeds ready. Many think that seeds improve with age. I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed.
But I would say to my fellows, once for all, As long as possible live free and uncommitted.
It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail. Old Cato, whose "De Re Rustica" is my "Cultivator," says—and the only translation I have seen makes sheer nonsense of the passage—"When you think of getting a farm turn it thus in your mind, not to buy greedily; nor spare your pains to look at it, and do not think it enough to go round it once.
The oftener you go there the more it will please you, if it is good. The present was my next experiment of this kind, which I purpose to describe more at length, for convenience putting the experience of two years into one.
As I have said, I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up. When first I took up my abode in the woods, that is, began to spend my nights as well as days there, which, by accident, was on Independence Day, or the Fourth of July,my house was not finished for winter, but was merely a defence against the rain, without plastering or chimney, the walls being of rough, weather—stained boards, with wide chinks, which made it cool at night.The Pilgrim’s Progress, John Bunyan’s Protestant spiritual classic and a bestseller in the New England of Thoreau’s day, features a hero who passes through a bleak lowland called the Slough of Despair on his way to meet God.
By asserting that most humans have gotten stuck in despair, Thoreau is implying that they are unable to continue. narrator · Henry David Thoreau point of view · Thoreau narrates in the first person, using the word “I” nearly 2, times in the narrative of Walden.
Defending this approach, he remarks, “I should not talk so much about myself if . All of Walden can be understood as a passionate argument in favor of living a non-conformist, individualist life. This, according to Thoreau, is the only way to live life fully.
Thoreau states in. narrator · Henry David Thoreau point of view · Thoreau narrates in the first person, using the word “I” nearly 2, times in the narrative of Walden.
Defending this approach, he remarks, “I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well.”. Henry Thoreau's Where I Lived and What I Lived For and E.B.
White's Once More to the Lake At first glance, Henry Thoreau’s, Where I Lived and What I Lived For, and E.B. White’s, Once More to the Lake, have nothing in common. Thoreau went to the woods to "live deliberately." He has faith in simplicity as the path to spiritual wakefulness. Transcendentalism sets out Thoreau's spiritual goals; self-reliance, and the simplicity it entails, is the method he uses to go after them.