You Must Go On A Long Journey

Maybe My Passion Is Nothing Special, But At Least It's Mine.

It's Funny About Love', Sophia Said. 'the More You Love Someone, The Less He Likes You Back.' 'that's Very True,' Grandmother Observed. 'and So What Do You Do?' 'you Go On Loving,' Said Sophia Threateningly. 'you Love Harder And Harder.

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.

For A While She Considered Being Ill, But She Changed Her Mind.

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.