As to when I shall visit civilization, it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the wilderness; rather i enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obsure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities. Do you blame me for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me? It is true that I missed intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that means so much to me that i have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty...
Even from your scant description, I know that I could not bear the routine and humdrum of the life that you are forced to lead. I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.

THE LAST LETTER EVER RECEIVED FROM EVERETTE RUESS,

TO HIS BROTHER, WALDO, DATED NOVEMBER 11, 1934

~~ Quoted from the book Angeline lent me " INTO THE WILD" by Jon Krakauer.