I mean—something that points—points up into the free air. With the vane at a dizzy height.
[Pondering a little.] Strange that you should say that—for that is just what I am most anxious to do.
[Impatiently.] Why don't you do it, then?
[Shakes his head.] No, the people will not have it.
Fancy their not wanting it!
[More lightly.] But now I am building a new home for myself—just opposite here.
For yourself?
Yes. It is almost finished. And on that there is a tower.
A high tower?
Yes.