Walden

"As the weather grew warmer [the ice] was not sensibly worn away by the water, nor broken up and floated off as in rivers, but, though it was completely melted for half a rod in width about the shore, the middle was merely honeycombed and saturated with water, so that you could put your foot through it when six inches thick; but by the next day evening, perhaps, after a warm rain followed by fog, it would have wholly disappeared, all gone off with the fog, spirited away."
H. D. Thoreau, Walden, capítulo 17.


Walden ou a vida nos bosques, de Henry D. Thoreau, editado pela Antígona é o livro que pretendo comprar na Feira do Livro deste ano.
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