He disliked tears, he has always disliked tears, had never understood them, and sometimes lost his temper over them; but he felt now that he could not rebuke this flower of his life, this innocent form, water and youth are inseparable companions, and besides its Christmas night. So he merely hinted again that she must have forgotten again that he had promised to build her a house.
— Halldór Laxness
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