Little Women Letters from the House of Alcott
“ It seems as if the spirit of some old architect had dropped it down in Concord. Thoreau, master builder himself, has paid to Bronson Alcott this tribute: One of the last of the philosophers, Connecticut gave him to the world. He peddled first her wares, afterwards, as he declares, his brains. These he peddles still, bearing for fruit, only his brain, like the nut its kernel. His words and attitude always suppose a better state of things than other men are aquainted with, and he will be the last man to be disappointed when the ages revolve. He has no venture in the present. ”
