Ruth

“þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg!”
― Deor

“Good ink, good parchment, precious time - and all for the sake of a mouse in a glove.”
Cian Brydydd Mawr smiled tenderly at him.
“Maybe one day, Iago ap Rhys, in a world you cannot imagine, people will thank you for a mouse in a glove.”
― Hugh Lupton, The Assembly of the Severed Head

“The caw of a rook on its homeward way,
Oh! These shall be the music for me,
For I love I love the path of the free”
― Eliza Cook, The Poems Of Eliza Cook

“Landt’s observations were meticulous and he is one of the few outsiders to record the unique way in which the Faroese measured time. They divided the day into what he called ökter – eight three-hour portions named after points of the compass. Twelve midnight was called ‘north’ while twelve noon was referred to as ‘south’. Six am became simply ‘east’ and six pm was ‘west’. Ninety-minute intervals were ‘half-eighths’, so that ten thirty pm would be north-north-west.”
― Tim Ecott, The Land of Maybe: A Faroe Islands Year