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Yes, mainly that.

And so that is what has made you so discontented with yourself of late; and with the rest of us as well. For you know you were discontented, Alfred.

[Gazing straight before him.] There I sat bent over my table, day after day, and often half the night too—writing and writing at the great thick book on "Human Responsibility." H'm!

[Laying her hand upon his arm.] But, Alfred—that book is to be your life-work.

Yes, you have said so often enough.

I thought so. Ever since I grew up, I have thought so. [''With an affectionate expression in his eyes.''] And it was you that enabled me to devote myself to it, my dear Rita

Oh, nonsense!

[Smiling to her.]—you, with your gold, and your green forests