Philip Toynbee, The Garden to the Sea, Doubleday, New York, 1954, p. 183.

This is a time to be waited through, not hotted up by journeys to nowhere, or even by plans and hope. I shall be like a stripped caddis-worm which burrows to build itself a carapace again. I’ll clutch at a home and a girl, at one unthinking day to be followed by another.