It's the thought that counts.
Holidays, if you enjoy them, have no history.
The novel will never die, but it will keep changing and evolving and taking different shapes.
One can present people with opportunities. One cannot make them equal to them.
Looking back into childhood is like looking into a semi-transparent globe within which people and places lie embedded. A shake - and they stir, rise up, circle in inter-weaving groups, then settle down again.
One should always act from one's inner sense of rhythm.