Last evening I determined in all seriousness to go to Fru
Falkenberg and say:
"Go away from here, Frue; leave by the first train that goes." Today I
have been calling myself a fool for entertaining such a ridiculous
thought, and set in its place another: "Get out of this yourself, my good
man, by the first train that goes. Are you her equal, her adviser? Very
well, then; see that what you do is not too utterly at variance with what
you are!"
And this evening I am still treating myself as I deserve. I fall to
humming a little tune, but can scarcely hear it myself! the sound is
crushed to death in the roar of the water. "That's right," I say to myself
scornfully. "You ought always to stand by a deafening foss when you feel
like humming a tune." And I laugh at myself again. With suchlike childish
fancies do I pass the time.
The noise of the rapids anywhere inland is as useful to the ear as the
noise of breakers on the shore. But the voice of the breakers is louder
and fainter by turns.
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