( after resigning his commission and disembarking the ship in corfu, atticus travelled to ithaca, newly liberated from napoleon by the british, and, in a folly exhibited only by youth flushed for the first time with an independent exuberance, purchased a villa on the southwest region of the island. he was determined to stay there henceforth, peaceful in both words and actions until his last days. but, as time progressed, it was not ithaca that called him, but england.
england. england.
as there is nought sweeter than a man's own country, he returned to the green and pleasant land after barely a year in ithaca. the villa nestled on a golden beach is still in his name, yet atticus hardly counts it among his possessions. he doubts he will ever see it again. particularly now that something else calls him. it is america, he believes, that ignites a yearning in his heart. to such an extent that he doubts he will ever see his other home again. although it is bound to him by blood (indeed, owed to him by blood), atticus is so unlike the man that last beheld it that he would hardly recognise the land. )
As my lifestyle is akin to that of a black tern, the necessity for owning more than one residence is impractical. My house in Meryton is merely a place to hang my hat, so it is my only one. ( before there is a chance to inquire deeper into his cryptic and confusing words, he asks mr and mrs gardiner, ) Are you great travellers?
( as atticus sips his tea, mrs gardiner confirms but then clarifies that yes, when they have the opportunity, they do travel often, but it is mostly to visit their nieces in derbyshire. they are not, she says, great travellers like he is. the corner of his mouth lifts, and his head bends in acknowledgement of the compliment. all during tea, atticus noticed the looks exchanged between mrs gardiner and her husband. the meaning behind it is still a mystery to him, but he supposes it is most likely because of the mystery of himself. )
Do you travel much yourself, Mr Hickinbottom? ( not that atticus cares for his answer. he only asks to keep the conversation flowing and the focus off from him. )
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england. england.
as there is nought sweeter than a man's own country, he returned to the green and pleasant land after barely a year in ithaca. the villa nestled on a golden beach is still in his name, yet atticus hardly counts it among his possessions. he doubts he will ever see it again. particularly now that something else calls him. it is america, he believes, that ignites a yearning in his heart. to such an extent that he doubts he will ever see his other home again. although it is bound to him by blood (indeed, owed to him by blood), atticus is so unlike the man that last beheld it that he would hardly recognise the land. )
As my lifestyle is akin to that of a black tern, the necessity for owning more than one residence is impractical. My house in Meryton is merely a place to hang my hat, so it is my only one. ( before there is a chance to inquire deeper into his cryptic and confusing words, he asks mr and mrs gardiner, ) Are you great travellers?
( as atticus sips his tea, mrs gardiner confirms but then clarifies that yes, when they have the opportunity, they do travel often, but it is mostly to visit their nieces in derbyshire. they are not, she says, great travellers like he is. the corner of his mouth lifts, and his head bends in acknowledgement of the compliment. all during tea, atticus noticed the looks exchanged between mrs gardiner and her husband. the meaning behind it is still a mystery to him, but he supposes it is most likely because of the mystery of himself. )
Do you travel much yourself, Mr Hickinbottom? ( not that atticus cares for his answer. he only asks to keep the conversation flowing and the focus off from him. )