Borkman.
[Restlessly.] Yes, time flies: the years slip away; life——Ah, no—I dare not think of it! [Looking at him.] Do you know what I sometimes feel like?
Foldal.
What?
Borkman.
I feel like a Napoleon who has been maimed in his first battle.
Foldal.
[Placing his hand upon his portfolio.] I have that feeling too.
Borkman.
Oh, well, that is on a smaller scale, of course.