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Little Eyolf

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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ALLMERS. I did not feel it so. I had no fear. Here went death and I, it seemed to me, like two good fellow-travellers. It all seemed so natural--so simple, I thought. In my family, we don't live to be old-- RITA. Oh, don't say such things, Alfred! You see you came safely out of it, after all. ALLMERS. Yes; all of a sudden, I found myself where I wanted to be-- on the other side of the lake. RITA. It must have been a night of terror for you, Alfred. But now that it is over, you will not admit it to yourself. ALLMERS. That night sealed my resolution. And it was then that I turned about and came straight homewards. To Eyolf. RITA. [Softly.] Too late. ALLMERS. Yes. And then when--my fellow-traveller came and took him-- then I felt the horror of it; of it all; of all that, in spite of everything, we dare not tear ourselves away from. So earthbound are we, both of us, Rita. RITA. [With a gleam of joy.] Yes, you are, too, are you not!
The Rim of the Desert

_To the Memory of_ MY MOTHER A gentle and appreciative critic, the only one, perhaps, who re-read my previous books with pleasure and found no flaw in them, and who would have had a greater interest than any other in this publication. FOREWORD The desert of this story is that semi-arid region east of the upper Columbia. It is cut off from the moisture laden winds of the Pacific by the lofty summits of the Cascade Mountains which form its western rim, and for many miles the great river crowds the barrier, winding, breaking in rapids, seeking a way through. To one approaching this rim from the dense forests of the westward slopes, the sage grown levels seem to stretch limitless into the far horizon, but they are broken by hidden coulees; in
[Coming close to him.] Oh, let us live our life together as long as we can! ALLMERS. [Shrugging his shoulders.] Live our life, yes! And have nothing to fill life with. An empty void on all sides--wherever I look. RITA. [In fear.] Oh, sooner or later you will go away from me, Alfred! I feel it! I can see it in your face! You will go away from me. ALLMERS. With my fellow-traveller, do you mean? RITA. No, I mean worse than that. Of your own free will--you will leave me--for you think it's only here, with me, that you have nothing to live for. Is not that what is in your thoughts? ALLMERS. [Looking steadfastly at her.] What if it were--? [A disturbance, and the noise of angry, quarrelling voices is heard from down below, in the distance. ALLMERS goes to the railing.] RITA. What is that? [With an outburst.] Oh, you'll see, they have found him! ALLMERS. He will never be found.