High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed.
Hendrik Willem Van LoonAbout author
- Author's profession: Journalist
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 14, 1882
- Died: March 11, 1944