Born far down toward the equinoxes, we sighed for our intervals of darkness and shadows.

But we got used to it after a fortnight of gaping.

One gets used to any thing, every thing.

"Use is second nature," says an old proverb.

It is more than that: it is _Nature_ herself.
Land and ice, ho! "Tumble out!" shouted Raed.
It was half-past three.