There are several works, written by others but presently (as best as I can tell) residing in the public domain, which I believe ought to be universally accessible. Fortunately, sites such as Project Gutenberg already exist to provide this service free of charge, which likewise frees me from worrying about it.
On the other hand, there are several works that deserve particular attention and reference within the context of my writing here. Some of these, such as my excerpts from the works of Thoreau, are particular selections from larger texts; I’ve chosen them with specific objects in mind. Others, in particular my own personal paraphrase (As my skills at reading the Chinese language are minor, I hesitate to say “retranslation”) of Sun Tzu’s classic “Art of War”, contain substantial content of my own composition.
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(or, In The General’s Tent)
1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.
2. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. It is therefore a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.
3. The art of war, then, is governed by five constant factors, to be taken into account in one’s deliberations when seeking to determine…
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again.
I should not obtrude my affairs so much on the notice of my readers if very particular inquiries had not been made by my townsmen concerning my mode of life, which some would call impertinent, though they do not appear to me at all impertinent, but, considering the circumstances, very natural and pertinent. Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like. Others have been curious to learn what (more…)