Though were you to throw caution to the winds and join me in the bath, then, as gallantry is my constant watchword, I would of course take the tap end.
Captain Miles, The Crimson Field.
Probably the best line of the series so far.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
ok it’s pretty cute that my dog follows me around everywhere but sometimes it’s a bit annoying like CAN YOU NOT I AM OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO POOP HERE
So many people make a name now-a-days, that it is more distinguished to remain in obscurity.
— Thomas Hardy, A Pair of Blue Eyes, (Henry Knight to Eldride)