Good evening and welcome to boring books for bedtime. I hope tonight's installment provides all the boredom your busy brain needs to quiet down and let you get some sleep for once.

So lie back, adjust your volume.

Take a nice deep breath.

And off we go.

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Now let's get to this evening's reading.

Tonight we're going to fall asleep to selections from an American classic,

Walden or Life in the Woods by Henry David Thoreau, first published in 1854.

Let's begin.

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone in the woods,

a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself on the shore of Walden Pond in

conquered Massachusetts and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a

sojournier in civilized life again. I should not obtrude my affair so much on the notice of my readers

if very particular inquiries had not been made by my townsmen concerning my mode of life, which some would call impertinent, though they do not

appear to me at all impertinent, but considering the circumstances very natural and pertinent.

Some have asked what I got to eat,

if I did not feel lonesome, if I was not afraid and the like.

Others have been curious to learn what I was not afraid and the like.

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