The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place , and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence . But I had heard that I was in the wrong place , and my soul sang for joy , like a bird in spring . The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy . I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant , and why I could feel homesick at home .

Question: Was the person longing to be different ?
Answer: They wanted to be known as familiarThey wanted to be like everyone elseThey just wanted to be the sameNone of the above choices .