I can only guess that it made the world he went back to...strangely without meaning. Though he lived in it, though he even enjoyed it, it remained utterly remote. I think it had lost sense for him. In his heart was the reflection of a lovely dream that he could never quite recall.
W. Somerset MaughamDo you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.
W. Somerset Maugham