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Foldal.
[Looking at him.] I have no poetic vocation! And you could actually say it to me so bluntly.
Borkman.
[In a gentler tone.] Well, you know, I don't pretend to know much about these matters.
Foldal.
Perhaps you know more than you think.
Borkman.
I?
Foldal.
[Softly.] Yes, you. For I myself have had my doubts, now and then, I may tell you. The horrible doubt that I may have bungled my life for the sake of a delusion.
Borkman.
If you have no faith in yourself, you are on the downward path indeed.
Foldal.
That was why I found such comfort in coming here to lean upon your faith in me. [Taking his hat.] But now you have become a stranger to me.
Borkman.
And you to me.
Foldal.
Good night, John Gabriel.
