I'll leave you with my favorite graph from the memoir:
"What does a person do in a place like this, so far away and alone? For one thing, he watches the weather -- the stars, the snow and the fire. These are the books he reads most of all. And everything that he does, from bringing in firewood and buckets of snow, to carrying the wastewater back outdoors, requires that he stand in the open, away from his walls, out of his man-written books and his dreaming head for a while. As I stand here, refreshed by the stillness and closeness of the night, I think it is a good way to live."
It's getting late, I'll have more on Monday.