The Sages of Concord: ONE HUNDRED REFLECTIONS ON AND BY THE SAGES OF CONCORD

Friday, April 7, 2017

ONE HUNDRED REFLECTIONS ON AND BY THE SAGES OF CONCORD

I awoke at 2 a.m. this morning aware that HD Thoreau’s 200^th birthday is approaching in (about) 100 days. Let’s post a reflection or two every day in honor of the man and of his cohort who have so influenced and continue to influence the American idea: The Sages of Concord.

His dying does not seem to have hurt him a bit.

Walt Whitman 'concluded that Thoreau was “one of the native forces--stands for a fact, a movement, an upheaval: Thoreau belongs to America, to the Transcendental, to the protesters . . . he was a force- he looms up bigger and bigger: his dying does not seem to have hurt him a bit: every year has added to his fame.”’

From Henry Thoreau: A Life of the Mind by Robert D. Richardson, Jr.

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from WALDEN

I should not obtrude my affairs so much on the notice of my readers if very particular inquiries had not been made by my townsmen concerning my mode of life, which some would call impertinent, though they do not appear to me at all impertinent, but, considering the circumstances, very natural and pertinent. Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like. Others have been curious to learn what portion of my income I devoted to charitable purposes; and some, who have large families, how many poor children I maintained. I will therefore ask those of my readers who feel no particular interest in me to pardon me if I undertake to answer some of these questions in this book. In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.

H.D. Thoreau