Shallow Soil by Knut Hamsun
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"Oh, I don't remember; I never can remember figures; that is out of my
line. I put all my tailor bills away; I come across them whenever I move." "Ha, ha, ha! that is certainly a rational system, most practical. For I do not suppose you ever pay them!" "In God's own time, as the Bible says--Of course, if I ever get rich, then--But I want you to go now. I must be alone." "All right, good night. But listen, seriously speaking: if you have another crown to spare--" And once more Ojen unbuttons his coat. "A thousand thanks! Oh, you poets, you poets! Where, for instance, may you be going now?" "I think I'll walk here awhile, and look at houses. I can't sleep, so I count the windows; it is not such a bad occupation at times. I take an exquisite pleasure in satiating my vision with squares and rectangles, with pure lines. Of course, you cannot understand such things." "I should say I did understand--no one better! But I prefer human beings. Don't you at times--flesh and blood, humans, eh--they have their attraction, don't you think?" "I am ashamed to say it, but people weary me. No; take for instance the sweep of a solitary, deserted street--have you never noticed the charm of such a view?" |
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