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that's just it. That is the curse we exceptional, chosen people have to bear. The common herd—the average man and woman—they do not understand us, Vilhelm.
Foldal.
[With resignation.] If it were only the lack of understanding—with a little patience, one could manage to wait for that awhile yet. [His voice choked with tears.] But there is something still bitterer.
Borkman.
[Vehemently.] There is nothing bitterer than that.
Foldal.
Yes, there is, John Gabriel. I have gone through a domestic scene to-night—just before I started.
Borkman.
Indeed? What about?
Foldal.
[With an outburst.] My people at home—they despise me.
Borkman.
[Indignantly.] Despise!
Foldal.
[Wiping his eyes.] I have long known it; but to-day it came out unmistakably.
