You Can't Always Be Friendly. It's Impossible,

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.

Look At The Adventure. A Boat By Night Is A Wonderful Sight. This Is The Way To Start A New Life, With A Hurricane Lamp Shining At The Top Of The Mast, And The Coastline Disappearing Behind One As The Whole World Lies Sleeping. Making A Journey By Night Is More Wonderful Than Anything In The World.

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.

I Don't Want To Hear About Them Any More. I Could Vomit On The Moomintrolls.

It's Risky To Talk About One's Most Secret Dreams A Bit Too Early.