All Things Are So Very Uncertain, And

He Was The Owner Of The Moonlight On The Ground, He Fell In Love With The Most Beautiful Of The Trees, He Made Wreaths Of Leaves And Strung Them Around His Neck.

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.

When Mats Came In The Evenings, They Would Drink Tea In The Kitchen While Reading Their Books And Talking About Them. If Katri Came In, They Were Quiet And Waited For Her To Leave. The Back Door Would Close, And Katri Would Have Gone. “does Your Sister Read Our Books?” Anna Wanted To Know. “no. She Reads Literature.

... 'i've Been Doing Everything For An Awfully Long Time, And I've Seen And Lived As Hard As I Could, And It's Been Unbelievable, I Tell You, Unbelievable. But Now I Have The Feeling Everything's Gliding Away From Me, And I Don't Remember, And I Don't Care, And Yet Now Is Right When I Need It!'. [pp. 84-85]

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.