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What? The Sphinx?

[Nods.]

Yes, I knew him in days gone by.

Famos! —And that after such a night! My temples are hammering as though they would burst! You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell What he is?

What he is? Yes, that's easy enough. He's himself.

[With a bound.]

Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth In a flash to my vision!—It's certain he is Himself?

Yes, he says so, at any rate.

Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!

[Takes off his hat.

Your name, pray, mein Herr?[1]

I was christened Peer Gynt.