Thoreau writes in his journal:
When I think of the Carlisle man whom I saw to-day and the filthiness of his house, I am reminded that there are all degrees of barbarism, even in this so-called civilized community. Carlisle, too, belongs to the Nineteenth Century.
Saw Perez Blood in his frock,—a stuttering, sure, unpretending man, who does not speak without thinking, does not guess.