Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 8, 2025
"How silent we can be," exclaimed Thora. "And how we can walk!" Mogens continued, "we must have walked about four miles by now." Then they walked again for a while and were silent. "Of what are you thinking now?" she asked. "I am thinking of myself." "That's just what I am doing." "Are you also thinking of yourself?" "No, of yourself of you, Mogens." He drew her closer.
In a letter he once stated his belief that every book to be of real value must embody the struggle of one or more persons against all those things which try to keep one from existing in one's own way. That is the fundamental ethos which runs through all of Jacobsen's work. It is in Marie Grubbe, Niels Lyhne, Mogens, and the infinitely tender Mrs. Fonss.
It was a fireman who had thrown the girder aside, and was about to carry him out of the house. With a strong feeling of annoyance, Mogens noticed that he was lifted up and led away. The man carried him to the opening, and then Mogens had a clear perception that a wrong was being committed against him, and that the man who was carrying him had designs on his life.
Suddenly a shadow fell across the grave and remained lying there, Mogens looked sideways. A tanned, young man stood there, one hand in his game-bag, in the other he held his gun. "It isn't really half bad," he said, indicating the inscription. "No," said Mogens and straightened up from his bent position.
Camilla glanced furtively at him, and noticed that the smile had vanished from his face. "Two!" He was quite pale with emotion. "Yes," she whispered, and let go the ends of her apron so that the apples rolled toward all corners of the world and then she ran. But she did not run away from Mogens. "Three," said she, when he reached her, but he kissed her nevertheless.
"No, no, you must not think of your fiancee in that way." "Oh, I am not thinking of her." William and his sister came up to them, and together they went into the house. On a morning several days later Mogens and Thora were walking in the garden. He was to look at the grape-vine nursery, where he had not yet been. It was a rather long, but not very high hothouse.
But then the peasant pointed with his whip towards the slate-roof about a mile away and said that the councilor lived over there, and the good Mogens rose from the straw and stared anxiously towards the roof.
Then a reconciliation, of course, followed, and they laughed, and the hour grew late. Finally Thora went to her room, but Mogens remained sitting in the conservatory, miserable that she had gone. He drew black imaginings for himself, that she was dead and gone, and that he was sitting here all alone in the world and weeping over her, and then he really wept.
The same evening Mogens went to the station with the councilor who had received a sudden order in reference to an official tour which he was to make. On this account Camilla was to go to her aunt's the next morning and stay there until he returned. When Mogens had seen his future father-in-law off, he went home, thinking of the fact that he now would not see Camilla for several days.
She was to be in the cemetery with the dogs and I was to pass with gun and game-bag, but was not to call or to whistle, and if the dogs nevertheless went with me she would lose; now we will see." After a little while they overtook the lady; the hunter looked straight ahead, but could not help smiling; Mogens bowed when they passed.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking