And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?

The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

We must do without hope.

Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!

I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny. [...] I do not believe that darkness will endure!