I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes they can't wait for summer; summer comes they're living dread of winter. That's why you're never tired of travelling, with chasing some place far away, where there's always summer. That doesn't sound like a good
“He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.” “Padre… We’re not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime."