An excerpt from Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion.
McCandless starred and bracketed the paragraph and circled “refuge in nature” in black ink.
Next to, “And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness. And this was most vexing of all,” he noted “happiness only real when shared.”
becoming tabitha 