– She has certainly evolved tremendously. She will go far.

Stellan shook for a moment, shivered in a sudden chills. And like him, for many, many years ago in the twilight sat huddled in the old Kerstin’s skirts and trembled before her ghost stories, so begging is now also within him, more, more …

And so she played again, as if she heard Stellan’s dumb whisper.

He was ashamed of himself, that he had been thinking about Rose as he did: for the sake of her breasts. Now, he admired her. He felt suddenly so small in comparison to her. She had certainly no world view as he. But she could play, play without sheet music and make it so, that he felt as if he was rocking on the waves, she could play so that it attracted all sorts of longing to life in him, an inexplicable mixture of joy and melancholy . It was certainly not the same as having a world view, to feel life’s wonderful roads from cell to man, to know the difference between individualism and socialism. But it was at least something. And this one was beautiful.

And by the way: she could help, that she had breasts that of an adult! With the knowledge he now took on the origin of all things he must say that she got them in the inheritance from his mother: Mrs. Davidson’s bust was so indescribably great. And why was there anything improper with breasts? Was it not scientifically pure natural! And again, where, in the middle of the parlor sofa, hung a large painting, which depicted a woman lying naked on a beach with a veil over her waist. And she had breasts at least as great as Rose. And there in the corner, on a pedestal, stood a naked woman, and she too had breast, while not as great as he imagined the Roses, but in all cases. And all this was art, fine art.