A measured, precise, unfussy speaker, this farmer. I also liked the idea of his not melting the snow where he treads, as if he is himself made of this clean, cold, moderate element.
‘The farmer spoke to me, I can swear, clean, cold, moderate as the snow. He does not melt the snow where he treads.’ 1 Dec 1856
Source: Henry David Thoreau, The Journal 1837-1861, Damion Searls (ed.), preface by John R. Stilgoe (New York: New York Review Books, 2009), p. 416
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