I was reading the Christmas chapter of The Wind in the Willows this week, where Moley finds his old home and the caroling field mice show up, and thought, “Forget Dagny or Franny; I identify most with Moley.” Consider this:

He saw clearly how plain and simple…[his home] was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one’s existence…It was good to think he had this place to come back to, this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.