Here is the latest excerpt from my grandmother, Beatrice Allen Page’s, unpublished manuscript, Landscape With Figures:

“Leafing through Thoreau this evening, I came upon his answer to the question, ‘What is my concern?’

‘All that a man has to say or do,’ he wrote in his journal, ‘that can possibly concern mankind, is in some shape or other to tell the story of his love – to sing, and, if he is fortunate and keeps alive, he will be forever in love. This alone is to be alive to the extremities.’

It would be a fine prospect if everybody in the world had a fair shake with equal opportunity to enjoy life and sing his love for it.”