Of course, you wonder who named this place. You wonder why they left the old place. And you wonder why you can't quite feel the same as a friend who said: 'I cannot find a scrap of pride in Enfield in any corner of my soul, or recall ever having felt any. Despairing fondness for this or that bit of it: all the more poignant, and even tender, for being mixed with the familiar disappointment and shame. But never pride.'