All of the sudden,” he said, “I feel different – not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn’t feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I’m lonely and I don’t now what I’m lonely for.
I have an idea that most of all he is running away from love, because it’s too big and too demanding. He’s running away from us – from you, from me, from his sister, from himself, too. Who wants to be himself, who wants to be so little, and so captured and limited?
He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see.
Future?” Homer said. He was a little embarrassed because all his life, from day to day, he had been busy mapping out a future, even if it was only a future for the next day. “Well,” he said, “I don’t know for sure, but I guess I’d like to be somebody some day.