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Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes read more
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses -- those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
The stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
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The stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
O'er all the pleasant land.
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores read more
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
