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When he had gone on like this for some time,
a snore now and then penetrated the yellow-striped
curtains, but most of the cavaliers swore and railed
over him and his mad ideas.
“Fellow-men,” he continued, solemnly, “I see
God’s world covered with men’s handiwork or
remains of their handiwork. The pyramids weigh
down the earth, the Tower of Babel pierces the sky,
beautiful temples and grey castles have been raised
from the dust. But of all that has been built by
hands, what has not fallen to ruin or will fall? Oh,
fellow-men, throw aside the bricklayer’s trowel and
mortar-board! Spread your apron over your head
and lie down and build fair dream castles! What
has the spirit to do with temples of clay and stone?
Learn to build everlasting castles of dreams and
visions!”
And thereupon he went off laughing to bed.
When soon afterwards the Countess heard that
the Major’s wife had been set at liberty by the
cavaliers, she gave a dinner party in their honor, and
her long friendship with Gösta Berling dated from
that time.
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