morning. He becomes very weak; sits down on a bundle of twigs and falls asleep. Just by sheer chance it happens that a man from Perleberg passing by sees this dejected, snowed-in figure and takes the young fellow home with him. [He pauses.] And this young man later became my father ...
HAUSER. And Herr Kommerzienrat Bolland.
BOLLAND. Yes. Herr Kommerzienrat Bolland. [To Dobler.] Now don't you consider it quite remarkable? Wouldn't that make a fine novel?
DOBLER. Yes ... Yes.
BOLLAND. That could be worked up very nicely, couldn't it? A poor young man--the snow covered landscape ...
HAUSER. And that bundle of twigs.
DOBLER. Fortune has her unique whims and likes to turn the tables.
BOLLAND. That's it exactly. Fortune delights in turning the tables.
HAUSER. Unique whims? No. That sort of thing happens every day.
BOLLAND. What happens every day?
HAUSER. The story of a poor young man who becomes a millionaire. Every large factory boasts of a like progenitor.
BOLLAND. Do you think