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« Morning brings back the heroic ages. I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito
making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I
was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
It was Homer's requiem ; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
There was something cosmical about it ; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting
vigor and fertility of the world [...] Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. »
Henry David Thoreau
Work in progress.
making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I
was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
It was Homer's requiem ; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
There was something cosmical about it ; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting
vigor and fertility of the world [...] Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. »
Henry David Thoreau
Work in progress.
