"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
- Henry David Thoreau
So who joins me in sucking the marrow out of life? I'm convinced that Dead Poet's Society is not a movie, but a thousand lovely New England photographs stuffed onto a reel of film. Which is what any movie is, really. Minus the New England. I am restless restless restless again.
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