The “Where I Lived” chapter
features the farm Thoreau considered buying before building his home in the
woods. Here, his home is something
much more than either an expense or a piece of architecture – his home allows
him to feel more fully constructed, more like a self than a mere “squatter”
(36). He admits this reliance on
the material in an unusual moment of humility: “With this more substantial
shelter about me, I had made some progress toward settling in the world. This frame, so slightly clad, was a
sort of crystallization around me” (57).
It is fitting, then, that the chapter in which he talks most about
living both within spaces and without institutional guidance should end in a
passage that reflects the self as owner of the self.
Thoreau
really exposes himself in this last passage, bespeaking self-contentment
perhaps for the first time in the narrative. He pours out self-knowledge as well as knowledge of the
social (time as a construct, for example), and he acknowledges his limitations
in the presence of eternity and starry skies. Pointing to his head as the center of “his best faculties”
(66), he then defines it as “an organ for burrowing” (66). Here, he is owning, not just theorizing
on, his unique animal instinct toward finding shelter. The house not only helps Thoreau both
feel and practice his own subjectivity, but it also reverts him back to an
Edenic lifestyle of simplicity, when Adam and Eve “wore the bower before other
clothes” (18). While the syntax of the chapter's last passage is undoubtedly confusing, Thoreau is at least purposeful in the last sentence: "I think that the riches vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining rod and thin rising vapors I judge; and here I will begin to mine" (66). Henceforth, feeling settled and sheltered, uninhibited and self-aware, Thoreau really will begin "to mine," that is, to own himself.
Thoreau, Henry David. Walden. 1854. Ed. Owen Thomas.
New York, NY: Norton, 1966.
You brilliantly point out something really obvious that I don’t think most people have noticed: how this is related to the whole shelter/house imagery, the building of the cabin and so forth, which Thoreau does associate with a burrowing animal (the woodchuck). The only aspect of your analysis I wonder about the self-awareness—but maybe this reflects only my own ability to square such self-consciousness with the animal imagery, the cleaver of the intellect, that seems to work more through violence (as Brooke says) than through reflection?
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