His reply: “Well, I heard he was a smart a**.”
Well, if you know Jason, that makes sense.
So, tonight after dinner, Mom, Vallerie, Jeff, Jason and I were sitting around at the table and Jason had the book out. We talked about how funny it was that he’s reading it, so he picked out a passage. He asked me to read aloud. The passage that demonstrates why he loves Thoreau:
As far as the pyramids, there is nothing to wonder at in them so much as the fact that so many men could be found degraded enough to spend their lives constructing a tomb for some ambitious booby, whom it would have been wiser and manlier to drown in the Nile and given his body to the dogs. I might possibly invent some excuse for them and him, but I have no time for it. As for the religion and love of art of the builders, it is much the same all the world over, whether the building be an Egyptian Temple or the United States Bank. (Walden and Other Writings, Thoreau)
I raised my eyebrow and looked at him at this point, wondering if I had read the part that he had found so profound.
“Well, it was mostly the booby part.”
Again, if you know Jason, this makes perfect sense.
And he’s still explaining what he really meant by that.