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They all speak highly of themselves for seeking it out, at least for an hour or even two before they hurry home for tea.

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Consider Dorothy Wordsworth, for instance, helping her brother William put on his coat, finding his notebook and pencil for him, and waving as he sets forth into the early spring sunlight to look at flowers all by himself.

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No doubt about it, solitude is improved by being voluntary.

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Look at Milton's daughters arranging his cushions and blankets before they silently creep away, so he can create poetry.

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You may have noticed that most of these artistic types went outdoors to be alone.

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The indoors was full of loved ones keeping the kettle warm till they came home.

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The American high priest of solitude was Thoreau.

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Actually, he lived a mile, or 20 minutes' walk, from his nearest neighbor; half a mile from the railroad; three hundred yards from a busy road.

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He had company in and out of the hut all day, asking him how he could possibly be so noble.

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Apparently the main point of his nobility was that he had neither wife nor servants, used his own axe to chop his own wood, and washed his own cups and saucers.

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Thoreau had his own self-importance for company.

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Perhaps there's a message here: The larger the ego, the less the need for other egos around.

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The more modest and humble we feel, the more we suffer from solitude, feeling ourselves inadequate company.

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If you live with other people, their temporary absence can be refreshing.

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Solitude will end on Thursday.

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If today I use a singular personal pronoun to refer to myself, next week I will use the plural form.

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While the others are absent you can stretch out your soul until it fills up the whole room, and use your freedom, coming and going as you please without apology, staying up late to read, soaking in the bath, eating a whole pint of ice cream at one sitting, moving at your own pace.

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