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Updated: May 24, 2025
It is my own corsets; I have used them myself don't you understand? I used them when I began to grow stout; I laced and thought it would help. But it helped like fun!" Paulsberg shook his head and said to Norem: "Your health, Norem! What nonsense is this I hear, that Grande objects to your company?" "God only knows," says Norem, already half drunk. "Can you imagine why?
Before he went he manoeuvred the Journalist into a corner and whispered: "You might do me the favour to mention that I have about half completed my new book. It might interest people to know I am at it." Milde and the Attorney got up next; they awoke Norem, who was dozing after all the many glasses he had emptied, and they got him on his legs with difficulty.
But it was of no avail that Milde tried to smooth things over; the seriousness of the moment had gone, they laughed and shouted more than ever, and cut loose in earnest. Norem opened one of the windows and sang to the street below. To mend matters a little and make Ojen feel better, Mrs. Hanka placed her hand on his shoulder and promised to come and see him off when he started on his trip.
No; whatever else one can accuse Ojen of, the ladies he leaves severely alone!" said Norem, good-natured and tipsy. "Your health, Mr. College Man!" shouted Gregersen again. Ole Henriksen looked at him. "Do you mean me?" he asked. "Of course, I mean you, certainly I do! Haven't you attended college? Well, aren't you a college man, then?" The Journalist, too, was a little tipsy.
Liberia never came, anyway. "He sulks," said Milde, and drank with Norem, the Actor. "He did not want to come because Norem was invited." Nobody felt the least constraint; they chatted about everything, drank, and made plenty of noise. It was a splendid place, Milde's studio; as soon as one got inside the door one felt free to do or say anything one's inclination prompted. Mrs.
Tidemand and Ole Henriksen were coming as a matter of course. That was settled. "Ask whom you like, but I refuse to open my doors to that fellow Norem," said the Attorney. "He always gets drunk and sentimental; he is an awful bore. My wife wouldn't stand for him." Then the affair could not be held at Grande's house. It would never do to slight Norem. In the perplexity Milde offered his studio.
Grande and Norem entered, with Coldevin between them. Coldevin was talking. He nodded to the others and finished what he was saying before he paused. The Attorney, this peculiar nonentity, who neither said nor did anything himself, took a wicked pleasure in listening to this uncouth person from the backwoods.
I have never offended him in my life!" "No; he is beginning to get a little chesty lately." Norem shouted happily: "You hear that? Paulsberg himself says that Grande is getting chesty lately." They all agreed. Paulsberg very seldom said that much; usually he sat, distant and unfathomable, and listened without speaking; he was respected by all.
So it was charged that the people as a whole was corrupt, that its men and women were debased because they honoured literature and art. "Ho! you leave art alone, my good man, and don't you bother about that! Men and women corrupt! Coldevin seized this chance remark by the hair and replied. He did not address Norem; he looked away from him.
And when He said for the last time: "Have you chosen?" I remembered Beauty and Love and remembered them both, and I answered Jehovah: "I choose Truth!" But I still remember.... "Well, that's all," concluded Norem. Everybody was silent for a moment; then the Journalist said: "I refrain from expressing an opinion; I notice Milde is going to say something."
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