Maybe, I thought, Knight would talk about the marrow. He sat quietly, whether thinking or fuming or both, it was hard to tell. But he eventually arrived at a reply. It felt like some great mystic was about to revel the meaning of life.”Get enough sleep,” he said.He set his jaw in a way that conveyed he wouldn’t be saying any more. This was what he had learned. I accepted it as truth.

Maybe, I thought, Knight would talk about the marrow. He sat quietly, whether thinking or fuming or both, it was hard to tell. But he eventually arrived at a reply. It felt like some great mystic was about to revel the meaning of life.”Get enough sleep,” he said.He set his jaw in a way that conveyed he wouldn’t be saying any more. This was what he had learned. I accepted it as truth.

– Michael Finkel –

The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit

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