Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from smashing against trees. I went out with a broken leg only. A small price to be paid at the time for an accident of this kind.
One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.
People in Sweden talk a lot about the weather - how much we hate it. But Finns get more depressed.