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PEER
- My story, Sir Pen, is, to put it briefly:
- I'm a blank sheet of paper that no one will write on.
HUSSEIN
- No man understands in the least what I'm good for;
- they all want to use me for scattering sand with!
PEER
- I was in a woman's keeping a silver-clasped book;-
- it's one and the same misprint to be either mad or sane!
HUSSEIN [with high leap].
- Just fancy, what an exhausting life:
- to be a pen and never taste the edge of a knife!
PEER
- Just fancy, for a reindeer to leap from on high-
- to fall and fall-and never feel the ground beneath your
- hoofs!
HUSSEIN
- A knife! I am blunt;-quick, mend me and slit me!
- The world will go to ruin if they don't mend my point for me! !
PEER
- A pity for the world which, like other self-made things,
- was reckoned by the Lord to be so excellently good.
