...Peer Gynt: A Dramatic Poem

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C. Scribner's sons, 1907 - 280 pages
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Page 93 - ... looks round, — Now he lays his hand on a fence-rail flat. What's this now? Why does he lean like that ? Ugh, ugh! Why, he's chopped his finger off! A whole finger off! — He bleeds like an ox. — Now he takes to his heels with his fist in a clout. [Rises.] What a devil of a lad! An unmendable* finger!
Page 106 - I've forgotten it mostly, and here there is none That can guide me aright in the pathless wood. — Repentance? And maybe 'twould take whole years Ere I fought my way through. 'Twere a meagre life, that.
Page 183 - It's here, sir, that one is oneself with a vengeance; Oneself, and nothing whatever besides. We go, full sail, as our very selves. Each one shuts himself up in the barrel of self, In the self-fermentation he dives to the bottom, — With the self-bung he seals it hermetically, And seasons the staves in the well of self. No one has tears for the other's woes; No one has mind for the other's ideas. We're our very selves, both in thought and tone, Ourselves to the spring-board's uttermost verge, —...
Page xxiii - ... on the other. And Peer Gynt is the very incarnation of a compromising dread of decisive committal to any one course. In Brand the problem of self-realisation and the relation of the individual to his surroundings is obscurely struggling for recognition, and in Peer Gynt it becomes the formal theme upon which all the fantastic variations of the drama are built up. In both plays alike the problems of heredity and the influence of early surroundings are more than touched upon; and both alike culminate...
Page 228 - I'm blest if it is! To the innermost centre, It's nothing but swathings — each smaller and smaller. — Nature is witty! [Throws the fragments away. The devil take brooding! If one goes about thinking, one's apt to stumble. Well, I can at any rate laugh at that danger; — For here on all fours I am firmly planted. [Scratches his head.
Page 238 - Ah, yes; Jon Gynt was well known for a waster, So long as he'd aught left in wallet or purse. But Master, you see, he is thrifty, he is; And that is why he's so well-to-do. He flings nothing away as entirely worthless That can be made use of as raw material. Now, you were designed for a shining button On the vest of the world; but your loop gave way; So into the waste-box you needs must go, And then, as they phrase it, be merged in the mass.
Page 269 - PEER. Then tell what thou knowest! Where was I, as myself, as the whole man, the true man ? Where was I, with God's sigil upon my brow ? PEER GYNT ŁACT v SOLVEIG.

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