“Sitting with my gin or whisky afterwards I would often manage to get into conversation with some lonely man or other–usually an exile like myself–and the talk would be about the world, air-routes and shipping-lines, drinking-places thousands of miles away. Then I felt happy, felt I had come home, because home to people like me is not a place but all places, all places except the one we happen to be in at the moment.”
Anthony Burgess, The Right to an Answer
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