Here is a excerpt from Thoreau's well-known speech on walking. For the complete speech, click here.
I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who
understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks -- who had a
genius, so to speak, for sauntering, which word is beautifully
derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the
Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte
Terre," to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a
Sainte-Terrer," a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to
the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere
idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in
the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the
word from sans terre without land or a home, which, therefore, in
the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally
at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering.
He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant
of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than
the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the
shortest course to the sea.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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