But when a man has once broken through the paper walls of everyday circumstance, those unsubstantial walls that hold so many of us securely prisoned from the cradle to the grave, he has made a discovery. If the world does not please you, you can change it.
One of the reasons for which I love Mr. Polly and Monte Walsh is that I’ve always been finding fascinating parallels between particular periods of their lives and mine. Even though, as time passed, there was a shift in the pairing in some cases. Neither do the chronologies necessarily tally.
So where am I nowadays, Polly-wise? Between the Great Fishbourne Fire and the Potwell Inn, I suppose. Although it’s hard to tell whether I’m still in the little town or roaming already, metaphorically at least.