When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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[Nods.] I remember meeting you once or twice--the autumn when I was last at home. ULFHEIM. That's many years ago, now. And then you weren't so illustrious as I hear you've since become. At that time even a dirty bear-hunter might venture to come near you. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Smiling.] I don't bite even now. MAIA. [Looks with interest at ULFHEIM.] Are you really and truly a bear- hunter? ULFHEIM. [Seating himself at the next table, nearer the hotel.] A bear-hunter when I have the chance, madam. But I make the best of any sort of game that comes in my way--eagles, and wolves, and women, and elks, and reindeer--if only it's fresh and juicy and has plenty of blood in it. |
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