Saturday, November 20, 2010

last child in the woods



Here is the vast, savage, howling mother of ours,
Nature, lying all around, with such beauty, and such affection for her children,
as the leopard; and yet we are so early weaned
from her breast to society, to that culture which is exclusively
an interaction of man on man.



I'm reading this and can't put it down.


4 comments:

deborahjustine said...

Sounds really good, let me know how you like it.

Make mine Mid-Century said...

Sounds interesting ... get them outside and wet and dirty and exploring.

Lilli said...

I believe it was Thoreau who wrote that one day the killing of animals will be looked upon the same way as murder.

I haven't read this book, but I'm convinced that it holds vital information. Most of it, things we could have (should have) worked out for ourselves. Parents are so... selfish. Often. Makes me angry.

Good there are people like you around to make me happy again! Happy Pandas!

Rachel said...

Deborah, I'll let you know, so far so true!
Make Mine, DITTO!
Lilli, Thoreau is a favorite poet, human, and naturalist. And so true, responsibility lies with us parents. I get angry too.