" But besides imagination, I lack
the necessary perseverance to occupy myself for long together with other
people's affairs.
* * * * *
We most of us sail under a false flag; but it is necessary. If we were
intended to be as transparent as glass, why were we born with our
thoughts concealed?
If we ventured to show ourselves as we really are, we should be either
hermits, each dwelling on his own mountain-top, or criminals down in the
valleys.
* * * * *
Torp has gone to evening service. Angelic creature! She has taken a
lantern with her, therefore we shall probably not see her again before
midnight. In consequence of her religious enthusiasm, we dined at
breakfast-time. Yes, Torp knows how to grease the wheels of her
existence!
Naturally she is about as likely to attend church as I am. Her vespers
will be read by one of the sailors whose ship has been laid up near here
for the winter. Peace be with her--but I am dreadfully bored.
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