Why will you waste so many regards on me, and not know what to think of my silence? Infer from it what you might from the silence of a dense pine woo… - Henry David Thoreau

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Why will you waste so many regards on me, and not know what to think of my silence? Infer from it what you might from the silence of a dense pine wood. It is its natural condition, except when the winds blow, and the jays scream, and the chickadee winds up his clock. My silence is just as inhuman as that, and no more.