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XXIII The Tortures Begin
asthereisnoonethere?...Here...comedown...there!...Pullyourselftogether...asthereisnoonethere!...BUTHOWDOYOULIKETHELANDSCAPE?"
"Oh,verymuch!"
"There,that’sbetter!...You’rebetternow,areyounot?...That’sallright,you’rebetter!...Noexcitement!...Andwhatafunnyhouse,isn’tit,withlandscapeslikethatinit?"
"Yes,it’sliketheMuseeGrevin...But,say,Erik...therearenotorturesinthere!...Whatafrightyougaveme!"
"Why...asthereisnoonethere?"
"Didyoudesignthatroom?It’sveryhandsome.You’reagreatartist,Erik."
"Yes,agreatartist,inmyownline."
"Buttellme,Erik,whydidyoucallthatroomthetorture-chamber?"
"Oh,it’sverysimple.Firstofall,whatdidyousee?"
"Isawaforest."
"Andwhatisinaforest?"
"Trees."
"Andwhatisinatree?"
"Birds."
"Didyouseeanybirds?"
"No,Ididnotseeanybirds."
"Well,whatdidyousee?Think!YousawbranchesAndwhatarethebranches?"askedtheterriblevoice."THERE’SAGIBBET!ThatiswhyIcallmywoodthetorture-chamber!...Yousee,it’sallajoke.Ineverexpressmyselflikeotherpeople.ButIamverytiredofit!...I’msickandtiredofhavingaforestandatorture-chamberinmyhouseandoflivinglikeamountebank,inahousewithafalsebottom!...I’mtiredofit!Iwanttohaveanice,quietflat,withordinarydoorsandwindowsandawifeinsideit,likeanybodyelse!AwifewhomIcouldloveandtakeoutonSundaysandkeepamusedonweek-days...