Fire Alarm!

So, last night (Ed: night before last, at the time of this posting), as I was finally falling asleep, just shy of 2:45 AM, some genius pulled the fire alarm. It’s a bizarre feeling, thinking that you are dreaming the most horrible, prolonged screech known to man, then having to crawl out of your bunk, scramble to find shoes, and then sit outside in the cold for… nothing.

Well, such is college life. As my dad said, it’s at least interesting to see who was in what rooms.

That said, I’m tired! So forgive me if I seem to be cheating a bit, but I’d like to transcribe a couple passages from Walden, which I am slowly moving through, that I especially like, and so want to preserve for my own sake.

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. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out the marrow of life, 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 it’s lowest terms, and, if it proved 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.

Also, possibly the strangest fortune cookie I’ve ever gotten:

Could I get some directions to your heart?

Um, that would be a no.


One Response to “Fire Alarm!”

  1. Connie Says:

    That quote from Walden includes what might be the most well-known: I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear…

    Cheating? Yes, but the best kind.


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