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WHEN there is death in the spring, summer passes with a funeral, and the soul-the soul? What thoughts does the soul harbour, in a new autumn, at the onset of winter?
"And if it happened to be a long winter," says the eldest boy as he sits on the paving in front of the croft in the dusk, "if there happened to come the sort of winter that keeps on stretching out and stretching out and spinning round and round in a circle from there on, senselessly, like a dog running in circles because somebody's taken hold of its tail; and then keeps on spinning, round in a circle, on and on, always in the same circle, till at last it can't stop, whatever anyone tries to do-what then?"