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But the way an eloi has to darken her eyelashes every morning, cover her skin with colored cream, powder her nose and forehead all day so it doesn't shine, freshen her lipstick over and over, and then take it all off at night. It's like the myth of Sisyphus in Hades, rolling the rock up the hill just to watch it roll down again.

I guess you can't compare humans to birds. Humans are rational beings. They're not just creatures without any sense of responsibility, ruled by drives and instincts, as our teachers at eloi school keep impressing upon us. Human beings are the pinnacle of creation, able to use rational, organized methods to place themselves outside nature, to control nature. But no sooner have they said that than they start evoking what is "natural," and to whom, and how such and such is the "natural order" of things.

It is said, once a wise man from the far North told me; it is said that there are in certain parts of Scandinavia cities within cities like there are circles within circles; existent yet invisible. And those cities are inhabited by creatures more terrible than imagination can create : man-shaped but man-devouring, as black and as silent as the night they prowl in.

I used to think grief was grey and spacious and insubstantial, like a damp fog that surrounds you on every side, one that you can't get away from because it colours the air, and you breathe it in and out, and it has its own earthy smell that seeps into your ores. I thought of grief as a fleeting thing like fog, like a damp that eventually disperses. One day the greyness is slightly lighter; after a few weeks the damp no longer collects on your skin, the musty smell diminishes, somewhere in the distance a pale sun flashes from between tatters of mist, and the grief dissolves into melancholy and then memory. Never, not for a moment, did I think that grief could be as hard as a dagger, sharp and unrelenting. That it could strike again and again, always unexpected, hard, straight between my ribs, bright lights in my eyes, black and violet and pain so big that I gasp and stagger. I forget the dagger sometimes for a few moments, perhaps an hour, and that's the very worst--the stroke of the blade takes me by surprise, still just as hard, cruel, painful.

Miksi sinulla on noin suuret silmät?" Punanna kysyi. "Siksi, että näkisin sinut tarkemmin", susi vastasi. "Miksi sinulla on noin suuret korvat?" Punanna kysyi. "Siksi, että kuulisin ajatuksesi", susi vastasi. "Miksi sinulla on noin suuri suu?" Punanna kysyi. "Siksi, että voisin hotkaista sinut saaliikseni ja sulattaa sinut osaksi itseäni ja pitää sinut omanani koko lopun elämääni." Silloin susi loikkasi sängystä ja heitti yltään sudennahan, ja Punanna näki, että se ei ollutkaan susi, vaan komea prinssi. "Mutta koska et totellut minua etkä suostunut kosintaani, vaan lähdit tuomaan isoäidillesi lääkettä, hylkään sinut tähän paikkaan.

Pretend that you're a clever shepherd girl, and you're just dressed up in pretty clothes, and you're trying to make everybody believe that you're a spoiled, empty-headed little princess. So no one guesses that under your clothes you're a brave shepherd girl who climbs trees and chases away wolves with your staff.