For A While She Considered Being Ill,

There Are Such A Lot Of Things That Have No Place In Summer And Autumn And Spring. Everything That’s A Little Shy And A Little Rum. Some Kinds Of Night Animals And People That Don’t Fit In With Others And That Nobody Really Believes In. They Keep Out Of The Way All The Year. And Then When Everything’s Quiet And White And The Nights Are Long And Most People Are Asleep—then They Appear.

Gathering Is Peculiar, Because You See Nothing But What You're Looking For. If You're Picking Raspberries, You See Only What's Red, And If You're Looking For Bones You See Only The White. No Matter Where You Go, The Only Thing You See Is Bones.

All Men Have Parties And Are Pals Who Never Let Each Other Down. A Pal Can Say Terrible Things Which Are Forgotten The Next Day. A Pal Never Forgives, He Just Forgets, And A Woman Forgives But Never Forgets. That's How It Is. That's Why Women Aren't Allowed To Have Parties. Being Forgiven Is Very Unpleasant.

One Ought To Have The Right To Have A Secret And To Spring It As A Surprise. But If You Live Inside A Family You Have Neither.

A Very Long Time Ago, Grandmother Had Wanted To Tell About All The Things They Did, But No One Had Bothered To Ask. And Now She Had Lost The Urge.