I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.

William Somerset Maugham
(1874 – 1965)
“The Moon and Sixpence”

External links:
W. Somerset Maugham (Wikipedia)
The Moon and Sixpence (Wikipedia)
Paul Gauguin (Wikipedia)
D’où Venons Nous – Que Sommes Nous – Où Allons Nous:
Where do we come from, What are We, Where are We going (Wikipedia)


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