midnight
Yes , that long , queer cabin highest up the hill . '' `` Thanks , old chap . '' `` All right , good luck . '' He accompanied me to the door , staring at the marvel of the glamorous Northern midnight . `` Oh , for a medium to express it all ! Your pedantic poetry is n't big enough ; prose is n't big enough . What we want is something between the two , something that will interpret life , and stir the great heart of the people .