Walden; or, A Life on the Coffee Plantation
“I went to the coffee plantation because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential bean of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not french pressed. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice decaffeination, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live dark roast and suck out all the caffeine of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a mug, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be hot, why then to get the whole and genuine hotness of it, and publish its hotness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next freshly brewed pot.”
Fortunately the enjoyment of a hot beverage in this mug doesn’t require an act of civil disobedience. Should you feel the need but not the courage, you can source some fair trade and show off to your friends.