It Is Still Summer, But The Summer

One Must Use The Night.

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

But That's How It Is When You Start Wanting To Have Things. Now, I Just Look At Them, And When I Go Away I Carry Them In My Head. Then My Hands Are Always Free, Because I Don't Have To Carry A Suitcase.

‎''just Think, Never To Be Glad Or Disappointed. Never To Like Anyone And Get Cross At Him And Forgive Him. Never To Sleep Or Feel Cold, Never To Make A Mistake And Have A Stomach-ache And Be Cured From It, Never To Have A Birthday Party, Drink Beer, And Have A Bad Conscience... How Terrible.

... '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]