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Updated: June 23, 2025
They are brimful of new intentions, new fashions. They are fragrant with perfume in brief, there is nothing lacking. When they show up everybody else is mute: 'Silence! The poet speaks. The papers are able to inform their readers that Paulsberg is on a trip to Honefos. In a word " But this was too much for Gregersen. He himself had written the news notes about Paulsberg's trip to Honefos.
The Attorney was incautious enough to remark: "Why don't you write about the sunshine, then?" It was not many days since Paulsberg himself, in Milde's studio, had bluntly expressed an opinion to the effect that Attorney Grande had showed symptoms of a certain arrogance lately. He was right, the Attorney was becoming a little impertinent; it might be well to put him in his place once and for all.
Only Irgens thought he could defy him; he was always ready with his objections. "I cannot see that this is something Paulsberg can decide," he said. They looked at him in surprise. Was that so? So Paulsberg could not decide that? He! he! so that was beyond him? But who, then, could decide it? "Irgens," answered Paulsberg caustically. Irgens looked at him; they gazed fixedly at each other. Mrs.
And he turned to Coldevin and whispered: "This is one of the most prominent of our young men their leader, so to speak, Lars Paulsberg. Do you know him? If only the rest were like him." Yes, Coldevin knew his name. So this was Paulsberg? He could plainly see that he was an important personality; people craned their necks, looked after him and whispered.
Paulsberg; later on Attorney Grande appeared, dragging with him Coldevin, who followed unwillingly and protestingly; he wanted to be excused. The Attorney had met him outside and had thought it would be fun to bring him along.
"But I have called at the ministry a few times and expressed my preference. I hope it may carry some weight." "Of course, of course, I didn't mean Well, the Exhibition closes to-morrow. We ought to get busy and finish that picture of yours. Can you sit tomorrow?" Paulsberg nodded and turned away. Irgens had gradually lost his good spirits; it irritated him that no one had mentioned his book.
This happy word made the friends smile; Paulsberg was asking what kind of a phenomenon this was, a phenomenon he, he! It was not often Paulsberg said that much. Coldevin looked unconcerned; he did not smile. A pause ensued.
When therefore the Journalist asked him his opinion concerning the intellectual life of the nation, his reply was brief: "It seems to me I have had occasion to express an opinion somewhere in my works." Of course, of course; when they came to think of it they certainly remembered it. It was true; a speech somewhere or other. Mrs. Paulsberg quoted from book and page.
With sixty-five votes to forty-four it had decided to postpone matters indefinitely; five representatives had suddenly been taken ill and could not participate in the voting. Milde declared that he was going to Australia. "But you are painting Paulsberg?" objected Norem, the Actor. "Well, what of it? I can finish that picture in a couple of days."
Paulsberg and his wife arrived; they moved the tables together and formed a circle. Milde stood treat; he still had money left from the first half of the subsidy. Paulsberg attacked Gregersen at once because of the Gazette's change of front. Hadn't he himself, a short time ago, written a rather pointed article in the paper? Had they entirely forgotten that?
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