It rests me more than any place I have been in for a long time, and yet--at the same time--I think that it is going to make me sad." "Sad?
But why ?" he asked anxiously.
"Because it seems like one of the stopping places--where one steps off to think, you know.

I don't want to think.

I have had nine such miserable years.

All through the war there was one's work, one's hospital, the excitement of the gigantic struggle.

And now everything seems flat.