These people's familiarity amounts to impudence, sometimes.

I suppose it's all right; no doubt I can get used to it, but it's not a satisfactory process at all.

I have accomplished my dearest wish, I am a man among men, on an equal footing with Tom, Dick and Harry, and yet it isn't just exactly what I thought it was going to be.

I--I miss home.

Am obliged to say I am homesick.