Unto a life which I call natural I would gladly follow even a will-o'-the-wisp through bogs and sloughs unimaginable, but no moonnor firefly has shown me the causeway to it.
It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such.
Alas! the culture of an Irishman is an enterprise to be undertaken with a sort of moral bog hoe.