/lit/ - Literature

>>11670691
>reads first chapter of Walden
>doesn't get to the end
>thinks Thoreau himself doesn't cringe at the younger chapters

Dude, that book took 10 years and 7 manuscripts. You can actually find each one of those manuscripts online at https://digitalthoreau.org/fluid-text-toc/
he changes his opinion about things as time progresses, but does not edit out the earlier parts.

>>11670985
Huh interdasting

Emerson is better

If he were

>>11670691
no he wouldn't. if he were alive today he would literally be the equivalent of a hipster grad student couch surfing in his faculty advisor's guest home on the edge of town, who would then have to go back to work at daddy's company because he was a lazy neet who couldnt do real work, like not even manual labor
>ooh ahh nature how authentic
>wahh poor natives they were real human beings
>check out my compost, im using it to grow beans, pretty green am i right
wow great insights fagtron im gonna go neck myself off a tree branch in the woods

>>11671967
If he were what, stupid motherfucker? Finish your sentences

>>11671999
you're jealous of his authenticity and freedom.

>>11671999

Spotted the retard that thought Walden was some into the wild /out/ survival story and came up disappointed. Thoreau never made any claims of being a survivalist so don't blame him for not meeting your false expectations.

lol someone post the article where he visited a wreaked steamship to view the dead bodies and was "unimpressed"

>>11671999
Outed for having never read him. Thoreau is low key in the vein of Dostoevsky's Underground Man.
His problem was with modernization of the West in effeminate bugmen, he didn't even like the natives he just knew they weren't little pussy fucks

>>11672053
my post was indulgent but i am also serious. look at his biography and remove the patina of age which causes you to put him, his life, and subsequently his writing on a separate, higher level than the present day. the circumstances of his life were no more or less free than my own or many other peoples lives. and say whatever you want about neetdom being freedom, but i hardly see anything authentic about being dependent on a bunch of other people for your food, laundry, living space, and such just so you can work on your vanity project

>>11672123
>dude look at his wikipedia

Absolute retard. If you read the first two pages of Walden he addresses dumbasses like you. The purpose of his work wasn't to show how free and awesome he could be, it was an intellectual investigation and means of reflecting on life. It wasn't meant to be some ridiculous David Blane challange

>>11672123

You still seem to be under the impression that Thoreau was trying to do some Ray Mears innawoods shit. He wasn't.

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the only absolute retards who need to read the first pages of the book are you guys.
>to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion
>It would be some advantage to live a primitive and frontier life, though in the midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain them ... By the words, necessary of life, I mean whatever, of all that man obtains by his own exertions, has been from the first, or from long use has become, so important to human life that few, if any, whether from savageness, or poverty, or philosophy, ever attempt to do without it.
these are the premises he himself says his intellectual investigation is premised upon. now compare that with the actual circumstances of his life at walden. and no, these don't come from wikipedia:
>Thoreau could see the well-traveled Concord-Lincoln highway across his field; he could hear the Fitchburg Railroad as it steamed along the track on the far side of Walden Pond.
>He visited Concord Village almost every day; Thoreau's mother and sisters, who lived less than two miles away, delivered goodies baskets every Sunday, stocked with pies, doughnuts, and meals; Thoreau even raided the family cookie jar during his frequent visits home.
>The children of Concord visited on weekends and the cabin became a popular picnicking spot for local families. One winter, fellow writer Bronson Alcott had dinner there on Sunday nights; Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne were frequent visitors.
>"It was not a lonely spot," understates Walter Harding in his excellent The Days of Henry Thoreau. "Hardly a day went by that Thoreau did not visit the village or was visited at the pond." The joke making the rounds in Concord was that when Mrs. Emerson rang the dinner bell, Thoreau came rushing out of the woods and was first in line with his outstretched plate.
>He also lived within close proximity of his mother, who did his laundry for him—in exchange, lest this seem a one-sided favor, for handyman jobs around Mrs. Thoreau’s Main Street home.
does that sound like very sturdy and spartan-like living? was he shaving it close and reducing life to its lowest, mean terms?

>>11672097
he spends a good part of a whole chapter appraising the virtues of savages and the trappings of modernity and civilization, the paragraph of this sentence on for example:
>it is evident that the savage owns his shelter because it costs so little, while the civilized man hires his commonly because he cannot afford to own it

>>11672242
Thoereautards BTFO

>>11670997
>DUDE EYEBALLS LMAO
um, yeah, no thanks.

>>11672242
>Thoreau even raided the family cookie jar during his frequent visits home.

lmao what a legend

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>>11672251
Still missing the point entirely. His life was described as Spartan in the sense that he possessed only the bare essentials, not that he was fighting bears in deep Alaska

>>11672284
About this thing you guys do of using a single sentence to define something, even humorously, don't you realize that you're actually victim of yourself?
You jokingly say shit all the time but does the joke come from you or is it a coping mechanism that reduces everything to stupidity to manage the many information your brain has to process?
Isn't your mind working against you to help itself with said volume of information and you're willingly duped into falling for your own scheme with the implication that you don't truly believe what you say but just think it's funny while in the meanwhile something is being discarded in favor of a shadow in the background?
This isn't an attempt to be d33p psych 101 but a reminder that thinking in memes will ultimately turn you into one.

>>11672341
>Durr me dumb dumb

Nice post friend

>>11672341
Your problem is assuming that these people ever had the capacity for complex thought to begin with. You're saying "Use it or lose it" but they've never even had it, and they can't even conceive of having it.

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>>11672425
Nah the reality is more the purpose of a site like this is never for entertaining sophistry and giving great liberties with your time and respect. If I want to look into something deeply I can go get a book about it or find lectures on the subject. The use of this website is the exact opposite, its to find exactly how far something holds up under the stupidest scrutiny

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>>11672500
Nice faggy little gun, are you going to use that to shoot yourself?

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>>11670691
looks like ellen degeneres

>>11672478
You aren't finding out anything though, how could you trick yourself to this point?

>>11672242
Still wrote some pretty dope stuff though:
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Walden

if he were alive today the dnc would conspire to discredit him

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Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

Actually, the laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine. How can he remember well his ignorance — which his growth requires — who has so often to use his knowledge? We should feed and clothe him gratuitously sometimes, and recruit him with our cordials, before we judge of him. The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

It is characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

It is never too late to give up our prejudices.

Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost.

Often if an accident happens to a gentleman's legs, they can be mended; but if a similar accident happens to the legs of his pantaloons, there is no help for it; for he considers, not what is truly respectable, but what is respected.

We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate…. As if the main object were to talk fast and not to talk sensibly.

This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet.

What everybody passes by as true today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.

Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.

To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust.

Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.

In the long run men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, though they should fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.

I have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot.

The labourer’s day ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit, independent of his labour; but his employer who speculates from month to month, has no respite from one end of the year to the other.

>>11672242
However, if one designs to construct a dwelling-house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead.


While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.


What of architectural beauty I now see, I know has gradually grown from within outward, out of the necessities and character of the indweller, who is the only builder,—out of some unconscious truthfulness, and nobleness, without ever a thought for the appearance, and whatever additional beauty of this kind is destined to be produced will be preceded by a like unconscious beauty of life.

Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave. What if equal pains were taken to smooth and polish their manners? One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.

As for doing good, that is one of the professions which are full.

There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

There are nowadays professors of philosophy, but not philosophers. Yet it is admirable to profess because it was once admirable to live. To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust.

>>11672242
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. The very simplicity and nakedness of man's life in the primitive ages imply this advantage, at least, that they left him still but a sojourner in nature. When he was refreshed with food and sleep, he contemplated his journey again. He dwelt, as it were, in a tent in this world, and was either threading the valleys, or crossing the plains, or climbing the mountain-tops. But lo! men have become the tools of their tools. The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper. We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven. We have adopted Christianity merely as an improved method of agriculture. We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the next a family tomb. The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.

I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but was easily quieted by a naked thief. It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere.
All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face? We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.

>>11672242
I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry -- determined to make a day of it.

With a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits, all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers, for certainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike. In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision. No dust has settled on that robe; no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed. That time which we really improve, or which is improvable, is neither past, present, nor future. My residence was more favorable, not only to thought, but to serious reading, than a university; and though I was beyond the range of the ordinary circulating library, I had more than ever come within the influence of those books which circulate round the world, whose sentences were first written on bark, and are now merely copied from time to time on to linen paper.

The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, will always be in a language dead to degenerate times; and we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, conjecturing a larger sense than common use permits out of what wisdom and valor and generosity we have.

>>11672341
He's a tripfag, he's wearing a nametag that says "Hello, I'm retarded."

>>11672242
Men sometimes speak as if the study of the classics would at length make way for more modern and practical studies; but the adventurous student will always study classics, in whatever language they may be written and however ancient they may be. For what are the classics but the noblest recorded thoughts of man? They are the only oracles which are not decayed, and there are such answers to the most modern inquiry in them as Delphi and Dodona never gave. We might as well omit to study Nature because she is old. To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem. It requires a training such as the athletes underwent, the steady intention almost of the whole life to this object. Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they are written.

What is called eloquence in the forum is commonly found to be rhetoric in the study. The orator yields to the inspiration of a transient occasion, and speaks to the mob before him, to those who can hear him; but the writer, whose more equable life is his occasion, and who would be distracted by the event and the crowd which inspire the orator, speaks to the intellect and health of mankind, to all in any age who can understand him. No wonder that Alexander carried the Iliad with him on his expeditions in a precious casket. A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;— not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. The symbol of an ancient man's thought becomes a modern man's speech.

Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. Books, the oldest and the best, stand naturally and rightfully on the shelves of every cottage. They have no cause of their own to plead, but while they enlighten and sustain the reader his common sense will not refuse them. Their authors are a natural and irresistible aristocracy in every society, and, more than kings or emperors, exert an influence on mankind.

Shall I hear the name of Plato and never read his book? As if Plato were my townsman and I never saw him— my next neighbor and I never heard him speak or attended to the wisdom of his words. But how actually is it? His Dialogues, which contain what was immortal in him, lie on the next shelf, and yet I never read them.

>>11672242
Homer has never yet been printed in English, nor Aeschylus, nor Virgil even,—works as refined, as solidly done, and as beautiful almost as the morning itself; for later writers, say what we will of their genius, have rarely, if ever, equalled the elaborate beauty and finish and the lifelong and heroic literary labors of the ancients. They only talk of forgetting them who never knew them. It will be soon enough to forget them when we have the learning and the genius which will enable us to attend to and appreciate them. That age will be rich indeed when those relics which we call Classics, and the still older and more than classic but even less known Scriptures of the nations, shall have still further accumulated, when the Vaticans shall be filled with Vedas and Zendavestas and Bibles, with Homers and Dantes and Shakespeares, and all the centuries to come shall have successively deposited their trophies in the forum of the world. By such a pile we may hope to scale heaven at last. The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read them.

As for the sacred Scriptures, or Bibles of mankind, who in this town can tell me even their titles? Most men do not know that any nation but the Hebrews have had a scripture. A man, any man, will go considerably out of his way to pick up a silver dollar; but here are golden words, which the wisest men of antiquity have uttered, and whose worth the wise of every succeeding age have assured us of;— and yet we learn to read only as far as Easy Reading, the primers and class-books, and when we leave school, the "Little Reading," and story-books, which are for boys and beginners; and our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins.

Shall I hear the name of Plato and never read his book? As if Plato were my townsman and I never saw him— my next neighbor and I never heard him speak or attended to the wisdom of his words. But how actually is it? His Dialogues, which contain what was immortal in him, lie on the next shelf, and yet I never read them.

>>11672242
We should be as good as the worthies of antiquity, but partly by first knowing how good they were. We are a race of tit-men, and soar but little higher in our intellectual flights than the columns of the daily paper. It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the morning or the spring to our lives, and possibly put a new aspect on the face of things for us. How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book! The book exists for us, perchance, which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones. The at present unutterable things we may find somewhere uttered. These same questions that disturb and puzzle and confound us have in their turn occurred to all the wise men; not one has been omitted; and each has answered them, according to his ability, by his words and his life.

There is a period in the history of the individual, as of the race, when the hunters are the "best men," as the Algonquins called them. We cannot but pity the boy who has never fired a gun; he is no more humane, while his education has been sadly neglected. This was my answer with respect to those youths who were bent on this pursuit, trusting that they would soon outgrow it. No humane being, past the thoughtless age of boyhood, will wantonly murder any creature which holds its life by the same tenure that he does. The hare in its extremity cries like a child. I warn you, mothers, that my sympathies do not always make the usual philanthropic distinctions. Such is oftenest the young man's introduction to the forest, and the most original part of himself. He goes thither at first as a hunter and fisher, until at last, if he has the seeds of a better life in him, he distinguishes his proper objects, as a poet or naturalist it may be, and leaves the gun and fish-pole behind. The mass of men are still and always young in this respect. In some countries a hunting parson is no uncommon sight. Such a one might make a good shepherd's dog, but is far from being the Good Shepherd.

The gross feeder is a man in the larva state; and there are whole nations in that condition, nations without fancy or imagination, whose vast abdomens betray them.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice. Goodness is the only investment that never fails. In the music of the harp which trembles round the world it is the insisting on this which thrills us.

>>11672242
If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies. The faintest assured objection which one healthy man feels will at length prevail over the arguments and customs of mankind. No man ever followed his genius till it misled him. Though the result were bodily weakness, yet perhaps no one can say that the consequences were to be regretted, for these were a life in conformity to higher principles.

The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Yet, for my part, I was never unusually squeamish; I could sometimes eat a fried rat with a good relish, if it were necessary. I am glad to have drunk water so long, for the same reason that I prefer the natural sky to an opium-eater's heaven.

Man flows at once to God when the channel of purity is open. By turns our purity inspires and our impurity casts us down. He is blessed who is assured that the animal is dying out in him day by day, and the divine being established. Perhaps there is none but has cause for shame on account of the inferior and brutish nature to which he is allied.

Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

>>11672242
You know "spartan" just means living a disciplined life purged of luxury right?

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wtf was the point of posting all this

>>11673249
does it sound like he lived a life purged of luxury? and you know there's more words there than "spartan" right? things like: "reduce to its lowest terms," "meanness," "shave close," he mentions the desire to "live a primitive and frontier life" in which a man lives only by what he "obtains by his own exertions," and then goes on in the chapter to describe how he built his own shelter, grew his own food, and so on. except for the clothing part where he just talks about being frustrated his tailors will not make him clothes like he wants.

>>11673268
wtf do you think?

the mans words themselves are much more important than the children tossing their farts toward him in this thread, im letting the man defend himself

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>the mans words themselves are much more important than the children tossing their farts toward him in this thread, im letting the man defend himself
^^^this^^^

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i dont see any children tossing farts. i see "the mans words" just like you said, set next to the man's actions. and they don't add up.

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henry...easy on the self important diction..

>>11672341
damn....

>>11673464
I said...the mans words are all that matter, he said he wanted to live a bit rougher than usual, he did, maybe over exaggerated, doesnt matter, the resulting poetic philosophical text and thoughts that are interesting, is the most interesting and important aspect of that time period of his existence

The fact that he may mis calculated or misrepresented the quantity and quality of roughness he was experiencing is like, 1 or 2 points worth of interesting, his actual writing is like, 1000s or 100000s or 10000000s of points of interesting

>>11673318
With his dedication to describing exactly what his conditions where, down to posting receipts for stuff he bought, I don't think he intended to misrepresent what he was doing.

He lived with a certain roughness and meanness, if not as rough and mean as possible.

Anyway my favorite bits (of Walden anyway) are his account of the battle of the ants, the French Canadian guy, and his thing on the bubbles in the ice.

>>11673940
>henry...easy on the self important diction..
how self importnat of you for thinking you can speak any meaningful words towards him

>>11675267
did you read the earlier post? its pretty clear he was not living "as rough and mean as possible," and he definitely omitted information that was less flattering to his supposed lifestyle, like having his laundry done for him, visiting home for dinners, that he got cookies and pies dropped off by his sister and mom, or that he visited town more often than not. he doesnt even mention that he is on emerson's property

>>11675510
You're literally too dim to comprehend that Anon's post much less the point of Walden, he literally said he wasn't living as rough and mean as possible

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pretty ebin

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anon...easy on showing your newfag..

>>11676115
bug...easy on your self important guessing

I had a problem with what he said, that he said it in meme form doesnt mean he didnt believe what he said

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yoooo this guy is pretty cool yo

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Damn yo why aint no one tell me this shit slap

The guy had an impressive life imo; half-naturalist half-scientist; extreme sensory precision; surveying, natural science, phenology, hydrology, botany by trade; supported Lyceum; invented manufacturing method for pencils/specialized saw;

Emerson from his boring arm-chair in uni calling ole henry an ideological fence sitter and lacking ambition. poor guy

What is the best way to get his completed works/entire bibliography?

If he was alive today he'd be on a watchlist.

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o werdd?

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Did you end up reading this?

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did you read this?
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>>11672242
>The joke making the rounds in Concord was that when Mrs. Emerson rang the dinner bell, Thoreau came rushing out of the woods and was first in line with his outstretched plate.
lmao

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>The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face? We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.
based and redpilled

>>11672242
Damn, did you even read the cool parts of the book?
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Oh damn...alright...alright, I see you....this shit slap

>>11670691
Civil disobedience is the best thing he wrote though i doubt he meant it for non white folk

>>11672242
Ok, ok, I see you, and I will grant you that, HOWEVER, did you read any of these?
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Thoreau is what we call a ‘based’ author.

Based authors:
Machiavelli
Rousseau
Tocqueville
Thoreau
Hayek

>>11684942
>Hayek
post dismissed

>>11672242
>stocked with pies and doughnuts

jesus what a lardass

>>11684987
Hayek is very non biased. Very similar to Tocqueville, one of the best political scientists the 20th century had to offer. I agree he wasn’t a great economist, I have better picks for that area, but he was a well read, knowledgeable and venerable man

>>11685010
Fair point

>>11685010
Tocqueville was 19th century, but yeah fair.

>>11684942
Replace Rousaeau (Reddit) with Voltaire

>>11684936
pretty cool

>>11672242
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C-check emmmmmm

>>11672242
yoooo what the HECK?!! forget shit slapping! this ISH BANGS! MY DOOD
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>The gross feeder is a man in the larva state; and there are whole nations in that condition, nations without fancy or imagination, whose vast abdomens betray them.
based Thorearu calling out the bugmen