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. . . Hardly a man takes a half hour’s nap after dinner, but when he wakes he
holds up his head and asks, “What’s the news?” as if the rest of mankind has
stood his sentinels. Some give directions to be waked every half hour,
doubtless for no other purpose; and then, to pay for it, they tell what they
have dreamed. After a night’s sleep, the news is indispensable as the
breakfast. “Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man on
this globe” – and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his
eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while
that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but
the rudiment of an eye himself.’
Walden, Where I Lived and What I Lived For
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