I have wandered about a good deal in my time, and am grown foolish now,
and out of bloom. But I do not hold the perverse belief of old men
generally, that I am wiser than I was. And I hope I may never grow wise;
'tis a sign of decrepitude. If I thank God for life, it is not by virtue
of any riper wisdom that has come to me with age, but because I have
always taken a pleasure in life. Age gives no riper wisdom; age gives
nothing but age.
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I was too late for the berries this year, but I am going up that way all
the same. I am allowing myself this little treat, by way of reward for
having worked well this summer. And I reach my goal on the 12th of
December.
It is true, no doubt, that I might have stayed down among the villages. I
could have managed somehow, no doubt, as did all the others who had found
it time to settle down. And Lars Falkenberg, my colleague and mate, he had
urged me to take up a holding with keep for a wife and two cows and a pig.
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