D. (dalaruan) wrote,
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the life which is mine

...and so I am, without doubt, following the old call, back to the old life, the life which is mine and which will not let me go.

Alsace October 2005

... When he had rested a while the stranger sighed, snuffed the air, and looked about him. [...] "It is a goodly life that you lead, friend; no doubt the best in the world, if only you are strong enough to lead it!"

"Yes, it's the life, the only life, to live," responded the Water Rat dreamily, and without his usual whole-hearted conviction.

"I did not say exactly that," replied the stranger cautiously; "but no doubt it's the best. I've tried it, and I know.  And because I've just tried it -six months of it - and know it's the best, here am I, footsore and hungry, tramping away from it, tramping southward, following the old call, back to the old life, the life which is mine and which will not let me go."

"Is this, then, yet another of them?" mused the Rat. "And where have you just come from?" he asked. He hardly dared to ask where he was bound for; he seemed to know the answer only too well.

"Nice little farm," replied the wayfarer, briefly. "Up along in that direction" - he nodded northwards. "Never mind about it. I had everything I could want - everything I had any right to expect of life, and more; and here I am! Glad to be here all the same, though, glad to be here! So many miles further on the road, so many hours nearer to my heart's desire!"


Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Tags: literature, solitude
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