“There’s nothing like the scent of your own home, is there? I don’t mean how it ordinarily smells, when you’re living in it- that smell you don’t even notice, because it’s always there, and so are you. I mean the peculiar perfume that greets you when you’ve been away, the delicate balance of wood and paint and plaster and upholstery, stripped of your own living essence: just the substance of the house and nothing else.”
