Should not we two tack our poor shreds of life together?
Maia.
Is his worship inclined to set up as a patching-tailor?
Ulfheim.
Yes, indeed he is. Might not we two try to draw the rags together here and there—so as to make some sort of a human life out of them?
Maia.
And when the poor tatters were quite worn out—what then?
Ulfheim.
[With a large gesture.] Then there we shall stand, free and serene—as the man and woman we really are!
Maia.