The Visionary eBook

Jonas Lie
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 125 pages of information about The Visionary.

The Visionary eBook

Jonas Lie
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 125 pages of information about The Visionary.

Ah! when I think how, at home in Nordland, I pictured to myself the king’s palace in Kristiania, with pinnacles and towers standing out grandly over the town, and the king’s men like a golden stream from the castle court right up to the throne-room; or Akershus fortress, when the thundering cannon announce the king’s arrival, and the air is filled with martial music and mighty royal commands; when I think how I pictured to myself “the high hall of light,” the University, as a great white chalk mountain, always with the sunshine on its windowpanes; or how I imagined the Storthing [Norwegian parliament] Hall, and the men who frequent it, whose names, magnified by fancy, echoed up to us, as though for each one there rang through the air a mighty resounding bell, names like Foss, Soerenssen, Jonas Anton Hjelm, Schweigaard, and many others; when I compare what I, up in the north, imagined about all this, with the “for our small conditions—­most respectable reality,” in which I now live and move—­it is like a card-castle of illusions, as high as Snehaetten, [Snehaetten—­a mountain in the Dovre range, 7400 feet high.] falling over me.  Until I was over twenty years of age, I lived only in a northern fairyland, and I am now for the first time born into the world of reality:  I have been spell-bound in my own fancy.

If I were to tell any one all this, he would certainly—­and the more sensible the man was the more surely—­be of opinion that my good Examen Artium [Artium—­an examination to be passed before admittance to the University is granted.] must clearly have come about by some mistake.  But if life depends on theoretical reasoning and knowledge, I have, thank God, as good abilities as most men.  And I know that in them I have a pair of pliant oars, with which, as long as I require to do so, I shall be able to row my boat through practical life without running aground.  The load which I have in the boat, at times so very heavy, but then again so blissfully beautiful, no one shall see.

I feel a longing to weep away the whole of this northern fairy tale of mine, and would do it if I could only weep away my life with it.  But why wish to lose all the loveliness, all the illusion, when I must still bear with me to my dying day the sadness it has laid upon me?

It will be a relief to me in quiet hours to put down my recollections of this home of mine, which so few down here understand.  It is the tale of a poor mentally-diseased man, and in it there are more of his own impressions than of outward events.

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PART III

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CHAPTER I

HOME

My father was a country merchant, and owned the trading-place, ——­ven in West Lofoten.  He was really from Trondhjem, whence he had come north, as a destitute boy, in one of those small vessels which are sent from that city to Lofoten, to trade during the fishing season.  In his youth he had gone through a great deal, and had even worked for a time in a boat’s crew, as a simple fisherman, until he at last got a place as shop-boy with Erlandsen the merchant, whose son-in-law he became.

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