Home sweet home

I thought of Swift’s sailor, Gulliver, and his disgust with mankind after his return from the land of the intelligent horses—the Houyhnhnms—a disgust with his own species which grew to the point that he had to sleep in the stables with the horses just to be reassured by their smell and presence. My last thought before sleep was To hell with Meina Gladstone, to hell with the war, and to hell with the Web. And to hell with dreams

The Fall of Hyperion, Chapter 15 - Dan Simmons