And when either of us turned his thoughts to home and childhood, what a strange dissimilarity must there not have been in these pictures of the mind⁠—when I beheld that old, gray, castled city, high throned above the firth, with the flag of Britain flying, and the redcoat sentry pacing over all; and the man in the next car to me would conjure up some junks and a pagoda and a fort of porcelain, and call it, with the same affection, home.