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The Short Form

“On the Prairie”

Knut Hamsun


There was one Irishman who to begin with puzzled me greatly: God knows what he used to be in his previous life. When it rained he always lay on his bunk and read the novels he had with him. He was a big, handsome man about 36 years old and he spoke beautiful English. He spoke German too.

This man arrived at the farm wearing a silk shirt and in fact he always wore a silk shirt to work in. When one wore out he took out a new one.

We read it in Tales of Love and Loss.