I've been reading this novella titled The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett, and I've come across one particular quote that is stuck in my mind and I can't fully grasp the interpretation of it. Here's the paragraph for context, I'll bolden the line that I'm stuck on:
"At last I had to say good-bye to all my Dunnet Landing friends, and my homelike place in the little house, and return to the world in which I feared to find myself a foreigner. There may be restrictions to such a summer's happiness, but the ease that belongs to simplicity is charming enough to make up for whatever a simple life may lack, and the gifts of peace are not for those who live in the thick of battle."
I can understand the meaning when referring to difference between the bustling unfriendly battle-field of city life, but I feel like there's a deeper meaning to it that i can barely reach with my fingertips, and I just can't quite grasp it.
I'll take a look again in the morning to see if a good night's sleep does my thinking any good....
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