Harald. Naturally, to unite in making an end of it.

Mrs. Evje (as she works). What can _we_ do?

Evje. I am no politician and do not wish to become one.

The Doctor (laughing, and sitting down). No, a politician is a
principle, swathed round with a printed set of directions for use.
I prefer to be allowed to be a human being.

Harald. No one can fairly insist on your taking up any vocation
to which you do not feel you have a calling.

The Doctor. Of course not.

Harald. But one certainly might insist on your not helping to
maintain a condition of affairs that you detest.

All. We?

Harald. This newspaper, which is the ultimate reason of all this
conversation we have had--you take it in.

Evje. Why, you take it in yourself!

Harald. No. Every time there is anything nasty in it about me or
mine, it is sent to me anonymously.

The Doctor (with a laugh). I don't take it in; I read my hall-porter's
copy.