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Es ist immer angenehm, aus fremdem Munde das Lob der Heimat zu hören.

I gazed upon the schoolroom into which he took me, as the most forlorn and desolate place I had ever seen. I see it now. A long room with three long rows of desks, and six of forms, and bristling all round with pegs for hats and slates. Scraps of old copy-books and exercises litter the dirty floor. Some silkworms' houses, made of the same materials, are scattered over the desks. Two miserable little white mice, left behind by their owner, are running up and down in a fusty castle made of pasteboard and wire, looking in all the corners with their red eyes for anything to eat. A bird, in a cage very little bigger than himself, makes a mournful rattle now and then in hopping on his perch, two inches high, or dropping from it; but neither sings nor chirps. There is a strange unwholesome smell upon the room, like mildewed corduroys, sweet apples wanting air, and rotten books. There could not well be more ink splashed about it, if it had been roofless from its first construction, and the skies had rained, snowed, hailed, and blown ink through the varying seasons of the year.

Mr. Mell having left me while he took his irreparable boots upstairs, I went softly to the upper end of the room, observing all this as I crept along. Suddenly I came upon a pasteboard placard, beautifully written, which was lying on the desk, and bore these words: 'TAKE CARE OF HIM. HE BITES.'

I got upon the desk immediately, apprehensive of at least a great dog underneath. But, though I looked all round with anxious eyes, I could see nothing of him. I was still engaged in peering about, when Mr. Mell came back, and asked me what I did up there?

'I beg your pardon, sir,' says I, 'if you please, I'm looking for the dog.'

'Dog?' he says. 'What dog?'

'Isn't it a dog, sir?'

'Isn't what a dog?'

'That's to be taken care of, sir; that bites.'

'No, Copperfield,' says he, gravely, 'that's not a dog. That's a boy. My instructions are, Copperfield, to put this placard on your back. I am sorry to make such a beginning with you, but I must do it.' With that he took me down, and tied the placard, which was neatly constructed for the purpose, on my shoulders like a knapsack; and wherever I went, afterwards, I had the consolation of carrying it.

Man muβ seine Zeit ganz in ihrer Komplexheit und Widersprüchlickeit in sich haben, denn Vielfaches, nicht Eines nur, bildet die Zukunft vor. -

Sagt, was ihr wollt: das Christentum, diese Blüte des Judentums, bleibt einer der beiden Grundpfeiler, auf denen die abenländische Gesittung ruht und von denen der andere die mediterrane Antike ist.

The man with the wooden leg eyed me all over - it didn't take long, for there was not much of me - [...].

Sometimes she tried to think if there were any kind of knowledge that would bespeak his interests more readily than another. Always: at her books, her music, and her work: in her morning walks, and in her nightly prayers: she had her engrossing aim in view. Strange study for a child, to learn the road to a hard parent's heart!

ASTA
Men glæden, - den må deles med nogen, mener De?

BORGHEJM
Ja, hvad lykke var der ellers i det at være glad?

ASTA
Å nej, - der kan være noget i det.

BORGHEIM
Nå, naturligvis kan en jo gå sådan til en tid og være glad indeni sig selv. Men det forslår ikke i længden. Nej, glæden, den må man være to om.

ASTA
Altid bare to? Aldrig flere? Aldrig mange?

As they looked at her, I looked at her also. Although it was a warm day, she seemed to think of nothing but the fire. I fancied she was jealous even of the saucepan on it; [...].

[...] und gerade in ihrer psychologischen Vereinigung, ihrem humoristischen Ineinanderflieβen zeigt sich, wie sehr 'Don Quijote' ein produkt christlicher Kultur, christlicher Seelenkunde und Menschlichkeit ist und was das Christentum für die Welt der Seele, der Dichtung, für das Humane selbst un seine kühne Erweiterung und Befreiung denn doch ewig bedeutet.

'Det er ikke visst, Cecilia, at han ville trives her - gamle folk har vondt for å venne seg til nye skikker.'

ASTA ryster på hodet
Alt ændrer det, Alfred. Vort forhold er ikke brors og søsters.

ALLMERS
Nej-nej. Men lige helligt for det. Vil altid bli' lige helligt.

ASTA
Glem ikke, - at det er under forvandlingens lov, - som du sa' nu nylig.

ALLMERS
Jo, vi kan. For en brors og søsters kærlighed -

ASTA spændt
Hvad den?

ALLMERS
Det forhold er det eneste, som ikke står under forvandlingens lov.

ASTA sagte, bævende
Men hvis nu det forhold ikke -

ALLMERS
Ikke -?

ASTA
- ikke er vort forhold?

RITA Å ja, - lidt efter lidt. Og så trængte du til noget nyt, som kunde fylde dig. - Jeg var dig vel sagtens ikke nok længer.

ALLMERS
Det er forvandlingens lov, Rita.