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FC: Where I Lived ... | . . . and what I lived for | Thoughts of living in the Maine Woods by Henry David Thoreau
1: At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
3: When first I took up my abode in the woods, that is, began to spend my nights as well as days there, 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 upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning .
5: Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
8: I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
9: 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
14: The primitive wood is always and everywhere ...
15: damp and mossy.
16: For the first week, whenever I looked out on the pond it impressed me like a tarn high up on the side of a mountain, its bottom far above the surface of other lakes, and, as the sun arose,
17: I saw it throwing off its nightly clothing of mist, and here and there, by degrees, its soft ripples or its smooth reflecting surface was revealed, while the mists, like ghosts, were stealthily withdrawing in every direction into the woods, as at the breaking up of some nocturnal conventicle.