“There was an old canvas bathing shoe left lying right in the middle of the path. Eli walked around it, staring. Finally, he said, ‘That shoe is all alone, Grandpa.’ I answered that yes it was. He looked at it some more, and then we walked on by. After a bit, he said, ‘Grandpa, that's something I never am.’ I asked him, ‘What's that?’ And he said, ‘Lonesome in my spirits.’”
~ ‘The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society’
