Homewardbound - Bound Ward Home

But, golly, don’t tell anybody I said that!
When you contemplate such ugliness as this,
To the right an isolated row of gaunt four-roomed houses,
Dark red, blackened by smoke.
They actually lived upon their Rock; were born upon it and died upon it.
And here, obviously, you are at an impassable barrier.

I find that anything outrageously strange,
Generally ends by fascinating me even when I abominate it.
There are two questions that strike you.
How different it is from ours, and how immensely sounder!
He caught up an empty pewter mug at his right
And threw it at the clumsy lad with a malediction.