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Hilda
Many church-towers among the rest? Immensely high ones?
Solness.
No. I build no more church-towers now. Nor churches either.
Hilda.
What do you build then?
Solness.
Homes for human beings.
Hilda.
[Reflectively.] Couldn't you build a little—a little bit of a church-tower over these homes as well?
Solness.
[Starting.] What do you mean by that?
Hilda.
I mean—something that points—points up into the free air. With the vane at a dizzy height.
Solness.
[Pondering a little.] Strange that you should say that—for that is just what I am most anxious to do.
Hilda.
[Impatiently.] Why don't you do it, then?
Solness.
[Shakes his head.] No, the people will not have it.
Hilda.
Fancy their not wanting it!
