Joseph Conrad,
The End of the Tether
“ But Captain Whalley, who had now no ship and no home, remembered in passing that on that very site when he first came out from England there had stood a fishing village, a few mat huts erected on piles between a muddy tidal creek and a miry pathway that went writhing into a tangled wilderness without any docks or waterworks. No ship—no home. And his poor Ivy away there had no home either. A boarding-house is no sort of home though it may get you a living. ”
