THORFINN. Did you notice my wife?
ORM. I never notice other men's wives.
THORFINN. How kindly and mild she was.
ORM. She pitied you.
THORFINN. Pitied me?
ORM. Yes, because sorrow that laughs is the laughter of death, she thought.
THORFINN. Woman cannot think.
ORM. No, not with her head, but with her heart. That's why she has a smaller head but a bigger breast than we.
THORFINN. Forebodings of evil torture me.
ORM. Poor Thorfinn.