she 'd get him to his room and then run down for the kettle . almost a year into it and we 're still here , and who 's the one flat on his back like a bug with drool on his chin ? '' `` well , there was a run toward the south . home sweet home , i muttered under my breath . the arc on your circle is almost as exact as if it were drawn by a compass ! and so you doubt that such a man exists ? his voice was gruff and did n't sound like him . 