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Haus.
What? Who?
Borr.
I mean the young Herr Heinrich. It is Irightful -- oh, Lord,
oh Lord! When one thinks how he always brought her out
at the last, and came after her in the evening –
Haus.
Yes, he is very much to be pitied.
Borr.
He must be sick himself or he would have come out.
Haus.
Oh, no, I am expecting him every day. He is away on a
journey, but he may be back any time. He needs to recover
himself a little, so he can get at his work again.
Borr.
Yes, if a man has a profession –
Haus.
And such a profession -- poet's!
(Gets up)
A voet! Do you know what that means?
Borr.
Why?
Haus,
Y ou knew nothing, absolutely nothing. None of us ordinary
men know anything, beyond digging our gardens.
Borr.
Why, sir, you used to --