This thread has left me musing about the power of books and their imprint on imagination.
I read Walden about 40 years ago. I'm now 57. I have a bad back. I enjoy all of my creature comforts. Twice I've embarrassed myself by freaking out when a rented cabin had a mouse. ......and yet I still find myself, semi-consciously, planning what books and sketching materials I'll take with me on my retreat to the woods.....I'm not pretending - at some level, I seem to think I really will do that some day.
I also catch myself looking forward to seeing Lothlórien
