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The Nation's Darling, the pride of all Iceland even though he was born in our forgotten valley, my valley, he who was the dearest friend of the nation's heart, the reborn master-smith of this golden language, the resurrector who, by wiping away our blindness, gave us what we had never seen before, the country's beauty, Icelandic Nature, and who sowed in the breast of posterity the secret sensitivity of the elf instead of heroism and Saga, while he himself lived in loneliness and died uncomforted in a far metropolis, overpowered by the apathy of this degenerate nation which he had touched with the wand of life, crushed by the hostility of degraded men towards things concerning the spirit, and culture, and art: again and again I had heard his name bandied about in unlikely places in Reykjavik, and always associated with the most ridiculous matters; first at the singing atom poet's; then, because of the sale of the country, at a cell meeting; and now here. A country person in the city lets much go in one ear and out the other because he fails to understand the connection between things, cannot reconcile unrelated concepts.
"My friend the Darling has confirmed in your wife's hearing."