You Must Go On A Long Journey

Making A Journey By Night Is More Wonderful Than Anything In The World.

It’s Only The Sea,’ Said Moomintroll. ‘every Wave That Dies On The Beach Sings A Little Song To A Shell. But You Mustn’t Go Inside Because It’s A Labyrinth And You May Never Come Out Again.

You Can't Always Be Friendly. It's Impossible, There Isn't The Time.

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.

She Started Thinking About All The Euphemisms For Death, All The Anxious Taboos That Had Always Fascinated Her. It Was Too Bad You Could Never Have An Intelligent Discussion On The Subject. People Were Either Too Young Or Too Old, Or Else They Didn't Have Time.