[Apologies for the lengthy excerpts.]
"Now, with a rush of old memories, how clearly [home] stood up before him, in the darkness! Shabby indeed, and small and poorly furnished, and yet his, the home he had made for himself, the home he had been happy to get back to after his day's work. And the home had been happy with him, too, evidently, and was missing him, and wanted him back, and was telling him so, through his nose, sorrowfully, reproachfully, but with no bitterness or anger; only with plaintive reminder that it was there, and wanted him."
And later:
"He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him...But it was good to think he had this to come back to, this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome."
"Dulce Domum" is a marvelous chapter of Wind in the Willows. I highly recommend it. Especially after pondering about home. Or when in good company. Or both.
"It feeds my sense of truth."
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