LINDGREN. Because—-
AXEL. You are drunk!
LINDGREN. Thanks, old man!—Well, will you let me have a look at your botanical specimens, then?
AXEL. No, I am going to describe them myself for the Academy.
LINDGREN. How about your ethnographical stuff?
AXEL. No, that's not my own.
LINDGREN. Will you—let me have twenty-five crowns?
AXEL. As I haven't more than twenty myself, I can only give you ten.
LINDGREN. Rotten!
AXEL. Thus stand the affairs of the man everybody envies. Do you think there is anybody in whose company I might feel happy? Not one! Those that are still down hate me for climbing up, and those already up fear one coming from below.