Never shall I forget that night, the first night in the camp, which has turned into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed.
Let me hear nothing of the moon, in my night there is no moon, and if it happens that I speak of the stars it is by mistake.
The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.
The night is not a tumultuous black ocean in which you sink or sail as a star. As a matter of fact it was a wet November night.
Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!