One Must Use The Night.

All Things Are So Very Uncertain, And That's Exactly What Makes Me Feel Reassured.

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.

...now And Then A Giggling Trail Of Mermaids Appeared In Our Wake. We Fed Them Oatmeal.

The Lamp Sizzled As It Burned. It Made Everything Seem Close And Safe, A Little Family Circle They All Knew And Trusted. Outside This Circle Lay Everything That Was Strange And Frightening, And The Darkness Seemed To Reach Higher And Higher And Further And Further Away, Right To The End Of The World.

Before We Left, Grandmother Talked A Lot About The Arctic Night We Would Fly Through. 'isn't It A Mystical Word, "arctic"? Pure And Quite Hard. And Meridians. Isn't That Pretty? We're Going To Fly Along Them, Faster Than The Light Can Follow Us... Time Won't Be Able To Catch Us.