The Exploits of Moominpappa: Described by Himself (Moomins Fiction)

by Tove Jansson

‘A lonely refugee born under rather special stars.’

Such a lot of work may turn out to be really harmful. Oh, I’m dejected just to think of all the people who work and buzz and bumble about, and of what it all leads to. I had a cousin once who studied trigonometry until his whiskers drooped, and when he had learnt it all a Groke came and ate him up.