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Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth, 1848-1895

"Essays on Scandinavian Literature"

His name wasn't really Tuk, but when he
couldn't speak plain, he used to call himself so. It was meant for
Charley; and it does very well, when one only knows it."
Or this incomparable bit of drollery from Hjalmar's dream in "The
Sandman:"
"There came a terrible wail from the table-drawer where Hjalmar's
school books lay. 'Whatever can that be?' said the Sandman. And he
went to the table and opened the drawer. It was the slate which was
in convulsions because a wrong number had got into the sum, so that
it was fairly falling to pieces. The slate-pencil tugged and jumped
at the end of its string, as if it had been a little dog that
wanted to help the sum. But he could not. There was a great
lamentation in Hjalmar's copy-book, too; it was quite terrible to
hear. On each page the large letters stood in a row, one underneath
the other, and each with a little one at its side. That was the
copy. And next to these were a few more letters, which thought they
looked just like the others.


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