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Our forces begin to fail us; let us call them in and concentrate them in and for ourselves.
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Our forces begin to fail us; let us call them in and concentrate them in and for ourselves.
In old age it is indeed a consolation to think that the work of life is over and done with.
Besides my daylight servitude, I served over again all night in my sleep, and would awake with terrors of imaginary false entries, errors in my accounts, and the like.
The phantom of the next day, with the dreary five to follow, sate as a load upon my poor Sabbath recreations.
Now, old age is as it were the playing out of the drama, the full fatigue of which we should shun, especially when we also feel that we have had more than enough of it.
My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over.
Theirs is an American tragedy in which we all have played a part. It could go on and on and on, or someone must write the end to it.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity
The result was that I gradually, but completely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it.
Some day the world will understand that, and the little oases on the windy tops of hills will harbor for healing its ailing, house-weary broods.
At this my heart sank within me: the whole foundation on which my life was constructed fell down.
But the time came when I awakened from this as from a dream.
A species of thick clothing slowly grows about the mind, the pores are choked, little habits become a part of existence, and by degrees the mind is inclosed in a husk.
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