We are armed all over with subtle antagonisms, which, as soon as we meet, begin to play, and translate all poetry into stale prose. Almost all people descend to meet. All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful natures disappears as they approach each other. What a perpetual disappointment is actual society, even of the virtuous and gifted!
Aaaaaaaaaaand I’m not really feeling it.
- These may not actually be nicknames that he went by, at least not during his lifetime. I haven’t checked. If these are accurate, I’m sure there’s a really interesting story behind “rf Astoria.” [↑]
- You don’t have to read it before reading this blog post, although if your priorities are such that reading my blog post takes precedence over reading Emerson, then ehhhhhhh… [↑]