Arguments for the Existence of God 1
Pascals Wager 1
The Ontological Argument
The Cosmological Argument
The Teleological Argument
The Moral Argument 2
The Argument from Religious Experience
The Argument from Miracles
the people I met and who passed me, to reading the placards on the wall, noted even
the impression of a glance thrown at me from a passing tram-car, let each bagatelle,
each trifling incident that crossed or vanished from my path impress me.
If one only h
But all the same, this money weighed in my pocket sinfully, and gave me no peace. I
began to question myself, and I became clearly convinced that I had been happier
before, during the period in which I had suffered in all honour. And Ylajali? Had I,
When I considered the matter over, it grew more and more incomprehensible to me
that I of all others should be selected as an experiment for a Creator's whims. It was,
to say the least of it, a peculiar mode of procedure to pass over a whole world of othe
I had read my eyes out of their sockets, had starved the brains out of my head, and
what the devil had I gained by it? Even a street hussy prayed God to deliver her from
the sight of me. Well, now, there should be a stop to it. Do you understand that? Sto
While I was thus engaged an acquaintance came by; he nodded and called up to me. I
let the waistcoat hang and went down to him. He was a designer, and was on the way
to his office.
"Come with me and have a glass of beer," he said. "But hurry up, I haven't
Of three subsequent plays, "Vendt the Monk," (1903), "Queen Tamara" (1903)
and "At the Mercy of Life" (1910), the first mentioned is by far the most
remarkable. It is a verse drama in eight acts, centred about one of Hamsun's most
typical vagabond heroes.
No one lived inside that door besides three or four horses and myself; it was, for that
matter, only a stable and a tinker's workshop. She was certainly on a wrong track if
she was seeking any one there.
At this she turns her head away, and says: "I am no
"Yes," I replied; "if you will be out soon."
"Of course," he broke in, seizing hold of my arm; "but I may as well tell you I don't
believe you. You are such an idiot, that it's better you come in along with me."
I understood what he meant, suddenly felt a
"You can meet me outside here on Tuesday evening," she said. "Will you?"
"Yes, dear lady, if I have permission to."
"At eight o'clock."
I stroked down her cloak with my hand, merely to have an excuse for touching her. It
was a delight to me t
"Why don't you ask me to go back a little way with you?" she asks, in a low voice,
looking down at the toe of her shoe.
"Great Heavens!" I reply, beside myself, "Great Heavens, if you only would!"
"Yes; but only a little way."
And we turned round.
I was f
I? If there was anything in the world I hated it was to go to bed before twelve o'clock
Ah, there, you see! She, too, was just the same; she took this little tour in the evenings
when she had nothing to lose by doing so. She lived up in St. Olav
Lovely God's weather. Was not the mistress at home either?
Yes; but she had gout, and lay on a sofa without being able to move herself. Perhaps
I would leave a message or something?
No, not at all; I only just took walks like this now and again, just for
arrived, and much of the quiet humor displayed in these the latest and maturest of
Hamsun's works springs from the spectacle of its influence on the natives, whose
hands used always to be in their pockets, and whose credulity in face of the
"Oh, indeed!" he remarks and draws back a little.
"Well, God knows I am the first to be pleased at your success. If only you don't let
people beg the money from you that you earn. Good-day!"
A second after he wheels round and comes back and, pointing with
God knows, thought I, if looking for employment will ever again avail me aught. The
frequent repulses, half-promises, and curt noes, the cherished, deluded hopes, and
fresh endeavours that always resulted in nothing had done my courage to death. As a
The novels "Editor Lynge" and "New Earth," both published in 1893, were social
studies of Christiania's Bohemia and chiefly characterized by their violent attacks
on the men and women exercising the profession which Hamsun had just made
his own. Then came
"Yes, to be sure!" said he, not a little bewildered. His quiet bored me; I was excited by
the sound of my own voice and spoke in utter seriousness; the stolen archives, treaties
with some foreign power or other, no longer occupied my thoughts; the little
These insects continued to busy me for a long time, and I crossed my legs to observe
them at leisure. All at once a couple of high clarionet notes waved up to me from the
bandstand, and gave my thoughts a new impulse.
Despondent at not being able to put m
things so clearly that no subsequent experience could add anything but
Before he reached those heights, he had tried life as coal-heaver and school
teacher, as road-mender and surveyor's attendant, as farm hand and streetcar
"One-and-six," said the man.
"Yes, yes, thanks," I replied. "If it weren't that it was beginning to be a little tight for
me, of course I wouldn't part with it."
I got the money and the ticket, and went back. Considering all things, pawning that
"For the whole sixpence? Yes," I answered, unruffled.
I took them up, bade the fat old woman good-morning, with the utmost politeness, and
sped, full tilt, up Castle Hill to the park.
I found a bench to myself, and began to bite greedily into my provender
"Didn't he generally wear a light morning, coat?"
"What!" I cried; "a light morning-coat? Are you mad? Do you think it is a tea-cup I
am inquiring about?" This light morning-coat came most inopportunely; it spoilt the
whole man for me such as I had fancie
weather. "Go ahead!" I say, giving myself a dig with my elbow. I went hurriedly over
to the first vehicle, and got in. "Ullevoldsveien, No. 37," I called out, and we rolled
On the way the driver looked round, stooped and peeped several times into the
Translated from the Norwegian of
by GEORGE EGERTON
With an introduction by Edwin Bjrkman
Since the death of Ibsen and Strindberg, Hamsun is undoubtedly the foremost
creative writer of the Scandinavian countries. Those approa
"Yes," said I, "that was by me, so it was." So he must really not be astonished that I
should be desirous of having the little bit of pencil back again. I valued it far too
highly to lose it; why, it was almost as much to me as a little human creature. Fo
It was during the time I wandered about and starved in Christiania: Christiania, this
singular city, from which no man departs without carrying away the traces of his
I was lying awake in my attic and I heard a clock below strike six
rebellious as it is poetic and picturesque. Such a nature, one would think, must be
the final blossoming of powerful hereditary tendencies, converging silently
through numerous generations to its predestined climax. All we know is that
irritate me-his journey seemed endless; perhaps he had made up his mind to go to
exactly the same place as I had, and I must needs have him before my eyes the whole
way. In my irritation it seemed to me that he slackened his pace a little at every cross
I hug myself with delight at her confusion; the irresolute perplexity in her eyes
positively fascinates me. Her mind cannot grasp my short, passionate address. She has
no book with her; not a single page of a book, and yet she fumbles in her pockets,
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