HULIN. Say, are you sick?
THE MAN. I? I'm as well as a cabbage.
HULIN. And yet you dream?
THE MAN. All the time. It's good, too. If you dream enough, you end by getting something of what you're dreaming about. Hey, Hulin, what do you say? Won't it be a fine march? Aren't you coming with us?
HULIN. As soon as you've taken Vienna and Berlin, I'll keep watch over them.
THE MAN. Don't joke. Who knows?
HULIN. Anything can happen—
THE MAN. Anything you wish for happens.
HULIN. Meantime I'd like to know what's going to happen right now.
THE MAN. That's hard to tell. How are we going about it? We'll see. Sufficient unto the hour is the work thereof.