"I've never liked the dark. I've never understood the Danish penchant for wandering around at night. Taking a stroll in pitch darkness. Nightingale walks in the woods. Insisting on gazing at the stars. Nighttime orienteering.
You have to respect the dark. Night is the time when space simmers with evil and peril. You can call it superstitious. You can call it fear of the dark. But it's ridiculous to pretend that the night is just like the day, simply without light. Night is the time to huddle together indoors."
"He is the quintessential Dane, with his fear, his iron resolve to repress what's happening around him. And his indomitable optimism."
(Peter Hoeg, Smilla's Sense of Snow)
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