. The natvral man : a romance of the golden age . CHAP T E R V. HAT will you have for din-ner? he suddenly asked. O/ said Edith, give usjust what you would have hadyourself. We want to live just as you do,today. Yes, said Theodora, today we areyour disciples. But I meant to pick my dinner from the wild strawberry vines. Delightful!— so will we. Well, we had better commence now. I see by the sun that it is approaching noon, and one takes more time satisfying 90 The Natural Man hunger, picking food bit by bit in thatwild way. So he led them to places where, amongthe rich grass, the ruddy fruit g
. The natvral man : a romance of the golden age . CHAP T E R V. HAT will you have for din-ner? he suddenly asked. O/ said Edith, give usjust what you would have hadyourself. We want to live just as you do,today. Yes, said Theodora, today we areyour disciples. But I meant to pick my dinner from the wild strawberry vines. Delightful!— so will we. Well, we had better commence now. I see by the sun that it is approaching noon, and one takes more time satisfying 90 The Natural Man hunger, picking food bit by bit in thatwild way. So he led them to places where, amongthe rich grass, the ruddy fruit grew inprofusion. They are ripe before the grassthis year, he said. Do you remember, he asked, thatThoreau relates that when he was so an-archistic as to refuse to pay his poll tax,and they imprisoned him, he was releasedin time to pick his dinner of huckleberrieson Fair Haven Hill? Yes, I remember; it is in Walden. Do you pay a poll tax, Mr. West-wood? O yes, I pay taxes, of course. Ibelieve in these things no more thanEmerson or Thoreau, but resistance tot
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