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Henry David Thoreau

Much is written about Thoreau and his rustic “experiment” at Walden Pond, and much of it to his detriment. Penny-pincher to a squeak, he lived as frugally as he could, hoping his less than thrifty Concord neighbors also would. But they were deaf and blind to his eccentricity, preferring entrenched ways than follow his rusticity. A vegetarian by conscience, eating meat struck him as savage, a reproach to his self-respect. Yet when a woodchuck ravaged his garden beans, he killed it. And for experiment’s sake – or perhaps to exaggerate his frugality – cooked it and ate. To be sure, it wasn't eaten with fanfare or celebration; Knowing Thoreau, more likely in quiet desperation.

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