On The Shoulders Of Giants

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.

As a result of this makeup, I welcome you to read any of the works posted here and, if you wish, to copy links to them freely. However, I must remind you that anything I’ve composed is copyrighted, and that anything I haven’t is, by definition, nothing to which I hold any copyright. As such, I must decline to grant you the reader any right to copy from any of these works. Instead, I recommend the aforementioned Project Gutenberg and similar sites.

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The Art Of War, by Sun Tzu (based on the Giles translation)


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WALDEN (an excerpt), by Henry David Thoreau


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