It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn't help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky. This too is a question that would only occur to the
young, to the very young; but may God make you wonder like that as often as possible!
Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
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