Book Review, Through the Brazilian Wilderness by Theodore Roosevelt

Book Review, Through the Brazilian Wilderness by Theodore Roosevelt

A lot of thought has been invented by Roosevelt into reason.  Here you’ll find recommendations for American tokens of gratitude which drive survival instincts to limits for counting fatigue, exhaustion, and adventure into some of Brazil’s most exotic landmarks for the early-19th century.  I won’t tell you things you’ll find out in the book too specifically and we’ll have to let my generalizations keep us in the dark for eventual understanding.  Besides that issue of mortality Julio embarks on in vain for his last moments in the wilderness, where guards find more air around them than his possessions, Roosevelt still remarks on technology for the time of which includes Kodak film and a bottle full of tin.  For that matter, lots of bottles full of tin.  A snake exhibit in the book’s beginning chapter-like sections remind us of how harmless-looking creatures can pull a big one on temperamental predators, evil being redefined by Roosevelt’s nature of observation and results, almost so that it seems there’s evils in Brazil that don’t exist in other animal kingdoms across outsiders in the international scene.  Naturally speaking (because Roosevelt is on a trip for means of survival) everything is taken along for the expedition when they’re thought of and counted on as far as Roosevelt’s scientific/religious criticisms become real to the touch or else magnified for dispute with his fellow comrades, as Through the Brazilian Wilderness has been checked on by the likes of certain professionals in the field; in fact, Colonel Rondon keeps pace with the oncoming crowd of explorers, small as it is, during the accidents occurring near the rapids in which a Brazilian body of water is named in honor of a drowning philosopher, since Roosevelt has described his exploring pack as smart and intelligible to personal experiences within vegetation at unknown, curious limits towards the Andes and other important chains of herbage.  A typical guy in fashion would die on this expedition.  So, Roosevelt’s remarks of flesh, whether it’s from him or other explorers or other animals for hunting and eating, are understandable; the former President of the United States works with technology-commissions in Brazil and other countries overtime when attempting to evacuate from danger and mystery behind him.  His disinterest begs a question though- how do we go on eating animals while also acknowledging and loving them, if not all animals are equal due to characteristics observed in the foundations of science and exploration, like a jaguar’s darker temper and a human’s more compassionate faith to reason?  My theory is that animals don’t have as thorough of knowledge as humans do and can’t be quite equal to us.  We can’t pet jaguars, we can’t forgive murderers, and we can’t take over wilderness without harm to others unless there are incidents to fulfill miracles on.  And whoever can’t read my review here is totally illiterate.  Just kidding, I love you too.  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cândido_Rondon