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BEGRIFFENFELDT
- Outside? No, there you are strangely mistaken!
- It's here, sir, that one is oneself with a vengeance;
- oneself, and nothing whatever besides.
- We go, full sail, as our very selves.
- Each one shuts himself up in the barrel of self,
- in the self-fermentation he dives to the bottom,-
- with the self-bung he seals it hermetically,
- and seasons the staves in the well of self.
- No one has tears for the other's woes;
- no one has mind for the other's ideas.
- We're our very selves, both in thought and tone,
- ourselves to the spring-board's uttermost verge,-
- and so, if a Kaiser's to fill the throne,
- it is clear that you are the very man.
PEER
- O would that the devil-!
BEGRIFFENFELDT
- Come, don't be cast down;
- almost all things in nature are new at the first.
- "Oneself;"-come, here you shall see an example;
- I'll choose you at random the first man that comes
- [To a gloomy figure.]
- Good-day, Huhu! Well, my boy, wandering round
- for ever with misery's impress upon you?
HUHU
- Can I help it, when the people,
- race by race, dies untranslated?
- [To PEER GYNT.]
- You're a stranger; will you lis
