[Deep in thought.] There's a great deal of truth in what you say.
Yes, for I take it the stone has something to fight for too. It is dead, and determined by no manner of means to let itself be hammered into life. Just like the bear when you come and prod him up in his lair.
Are you going up into the forests now to hunt?
I am going right up into the high mountain.—I suppose you have never been in the high mountain, madam?
No, never.
Confound it all then, you must be sure and come up there this very summer! I'll take you with me—both you and the Professor, with pleasure.
Thanks. But Rubek is thinking of taking a sea trip this summer.
Round the coast—through the island channels.
Ugh—what the devil would you do in those damnable sickly gutters—floundering about in the brackish ditchwater? Dishwater I should rather call it.
There, you hear, Rubek!