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Rosmer.
Where are you going so late?
Brendel. Downhill.
Rosmer. How
?Brendel.
I am going homewards, my beloved pupil. I am home-sick for the mighty Nothingness.
Rosmer.
Something has happened to you, Mr. Brendel! What is it?
Brendel.
So you observe the transformation? Yes—well you may. When I last set foot in these halls—I stood before you as a man of substance, and slapped my breast-pocket.
Rosmer. Indeed! I don't quite understand
Brendel.
But as you see me this night, I am a deposed monarch on the ash-heap that was my palace.
Rosmer. If there is anything I can do for you
Brendel.
You have preserved your child-like heart, Johannes. Can you grant me a loan?
Rosmer. Yes, yes, most willingly!