“‘I wish I lived here!’ the little boy shouted, balancing with his knees clutched around the big one’s head.

“‘I’m goddam glad I don’t,’ the big boy panted, and jumped up to dislodge him.

“Powell sat without moving, without seeming to know that the other two were behind him, and looked straight ahead like a ghost sprung upright in his coffin. ‘If this place was not here anymore,’ he said, ‘you would never have to think of it again.'”

–Flannery O’Connor, “A Circle in the Fire”