much of my late father.

DR. HAUSER. Of the well known Kommerzienrat Bolland?

BOLLAND [sinks deep into chair; crosses legs]. Never mind he was
not always a wealthy Kommerzienrat. [Turning to Dobler.] Picture
to yourself a winter landscape--it's bitter cold--a gray sky--it
is snowing and everything is wrapped in snow. Through all this we
see a youth walking--rather staggering--along the forest road
from Perleberg. A half starved young man. [He pauses and brushes
ashes from his cigar. The butler enters from the music room to get
a glass of water; then he goes out again. While the door is open,
the trembling bass baritone voice of Prof. Wasner is heard.]

"In deinen Augen hab ich einst gelesen Von Lieb' und--Gluck--von
Lieb' und Gluck den Schein...."

[Footnote: (Translated):--"In thy dear eyes I once read the story
Of love and Joy--of Love, And Joy agleam...."]

[The door closes and the sound is shut off.]

BOLLAND [now continues his speech]. And now the snow falls faster
and faster. This poor young man had par tout nothing to eat since
the morning. He becomes very weak; sits down on a bundle of twigs
and falls asleep. Just by sheer chance it happens that a man from
Perleberg passing by sees this dejected, snowed-in figure and
takes the young fellow home with him. [He pauses.] And this young
man later became my father ...