Interesting read. Remember that Thoreau actually didn't write Walden in a deep isolated wilderness; rather, he lived in a cabin at the far edge of Concord, MA. There's even an entire section in Walden about receiving visitors, and another one about the trips to town he takes a few times a week. So living totally isolated 7 miles from the nearest town (which she makes sound more like a "highway rest stop" than a "town") goes beyond what Thoreau did.
I point this out because there's solitude, and then there's isolation. In my mind, there's only terror in one of those.
I point this out because there's solitude, and then there's isolation. In my mind, there's only terror in one of those.