My Bag Was As Light As My

... '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]

Everything's Much Too Big Here,' Thought Moominmamma. 'or Perhaps I'm Too Small.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

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.

An Island Can Be Dreadful For Someone From Outside. Everything Is Complete, And Everyone Has His Obstinate, Sure And Self-sufficient Place. Within Their Shores, Everything Functions According To Rituals That Are As Hard As Rock From Repetition, And At The Same Time They Amble Through Their Days As Whimsically And Casually As If The World Ended At The Horizon.