Yes, undoubtedly; the mischief comes from that poisonous swamp up in the Mill Dale.
Hovstad.
Excuse me, Doctor, but I think it comes from a very different swamp.
Dr. Stockmann.
What swamp may that be?
Hovstad.
The swamp in which our whole municipal life is rotting.
Dr. Stockmann.
The devil, Mr. Hovstad! What notion is this you’ve got hold of?
Hovstad.