Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.

“A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them...”

“a man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say.”

“You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizo…”

“Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and …”