DANDY. Come this way, or they'll hear what we are saying.
They go toward the advertising column and continue their talk inaudibly.
JOHANSSON. [Entering from the right; to the STUDENT] My master asks you not to forget that other thing.
STUDENT. [Dragging his words] Look here.... Tell me, please.... Who is your master?
JOHANSSON. Oh, he's so many things, and he has been everything....
STUDENT. Is he in his right mind?
JOHANSSON. Who can tell?—All his life he has been looking for one born on Sunday, he says—which does not mean that it must be true....
STUDENT. What is he after? Is he a miser?
JOHANSSON. He wants to rule.... The whole day long he travels about in his chair like the god of thunder himself He looks at houses, tears them down, opens up new streets, fills the squares with buildings.... At the same time he breaks into houses, sneaks through open windows, plays havoc with human destinies, kills his enemies, and refuses to forgive anything.... Can you imagine that a cripple like him has been a Don Juan—but one who has always lost the women he loved?
STUDENT. How can you make those things go together?