Susan shook her head, obviously disagreeing with Harry. "No, not at all!" she said. Then, she heard the tree song become slow. Susan put one hand on Harry's shoulder, and held her skirt with the other, hoping he knew what that meant.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |