your head, I could still help you on in life--help you to rise. FOLDAL. [Boiling inwardly.] Oh, you can't do that. BORKMAN. I can when once I come into power again. FOLDAL. That won't be for many a day. BORKMAN. [Vehemently.] Perhaps you think that day will never come? Answer me! FOLDAL. I don't know what to answer. BORKMAN. [Rising, cold and dignified, and waving his hand towards the door.] Then I no longer have any use for you. FOLDAL. [Starting up.] No use----! BORKMAN. Since you do not believe that the tide will turn for me---- FOLDAL. How can I believe in the teeth of all reason? You would have to be legally rehabilitated---- BORKMAN. Go on! go on! FOLDAL. It's true I never passed my examination; but I have read enough law to know that---- BORKMAN. [Quickly.] It is impossible, you mean? FOLDAL. There is no precedent for such a thing. BORKMAN. Exceptional men are above precedents. FOLDAL. The law knows nothing of such distinctions.