I have been intensely and imaginatively happy in the quietest places. I have been filled with life from within in a cold waiting room in a deserted railway junction. I have been completely alive sitting on an iron seat under an ugly lamppost at a third-rate watering place. In short, I have experienced the mere excitement of existence in places that would commonly be called as dull as ditch-water.
-G. K. Chesterton
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