[Nodding.] For I cannot think that my powers are confined to that alone. I must surely have it in me to do one or two other things as well.
Rita.
Was that what you sat there brooding over?
Allmers.
Yes, mainly that.
Rita.
And so that is what has made you so discontented with yourself of late; and with the rest of us as well. For you know you were discontented, Alfred.
Allmers.
[Gazing straight before him.] There I sat bent over my table, day after day, and often half the night too—writing and writing at the great thick book on “Human Responsibility.” H’m!
Asta.