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[fuckyeahthoreau]

[gazed-blog]

We’re on top of the city.

[tylerphenes]

[samuraicinema]

[bearmeatdiet]

Seven Samurai. 1954.

[samuraicinema]

[bearmeatdiet]

Seven Samurai. 1954.

[bearmeatdiet]

That was bear meat. Now, you must believe me, gentlemen, many years have passed, and I regret having eaten so little of it. I think and hope that each of you has gleaned from life what I have—a certain measure of ease, respect, love, and success. Well, I’ll tell you the truth, none of these things, not even remotely, has the taste of bear meat: the taste of being strong and free, which means free to make mistakes; the taste of feeling young in the mountains, of being your own master, which means master of the world.

Primo Levi. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2007/01/08/bear-meat