But he just did. This passage comes from "An Encounter" in Dubliners, and since the last time I left the 90-mile radius around Milwaukee was this past summer, and every moment of my spare time is spent on homework, it hit home. I've been sitting in one place for far too long. The wanderlust is strong with this one.
But when the restraining influence of the school was at a distance I began to hunger again for wild sensations, for the escape which those chronicles of disorder alone seemed to offer me. The mimic warfare of the evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school in the morning because I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
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| One night's homework [weeping] |
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