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 BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Outside? No, there you are strangely mistaken!
 * 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,-
 * and so, if a Kaiser's to fill the throne,
 * it is clear that you are the very man.

PEER
 * O would that the devil-!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Come, don't be cast down;
 * almost all things in nature are new at the first.
 * "Oneself;"-come, here you shall see an example;
 * I'll choose you at random the first man that comes
 * [To a gloomy figure.]
 * Good-day, Huhu! Well, my boy, wandering round
 * for ever with misery's impress upon you?

HUHU
 * Can I help it, when the people,
 * race by race, dies untranslated?
 * [To PEER GYNT.]
 * You're a stranger; will you lis