But as I drove away and turned back in the car to take what promised to be my last view of the house, I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world. “I shall never go back,” I said to myself. A door had shut, the low door in the wall I had sought and found in Oxford; open it now and I should find no enchanted garden. —Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited HAHH MELODRAMATIC JOKES; HASTA LA VISTA, UNDERGRAD!!

But as I drove away and turned back in the car to take what promised to be my last view of the house, I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world. “I shall never go back,” I said to myself. A door had shut, the low door in the wall I had sought and found in Oxford; open it now and I should find no enchanted garden. —Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited

HAHH MELODRAMATIC JOKES; HASTA LA VISTA, UNDERGRAD!!