Monologue

Steindor Monologue from Hadda Pada

From Hadda Pada by Guðmundur Kamban

male · philosophical · 1:13 min

Oh, well, I've had my share of that. (INGOLF: How did it affect you?) I don't wish myself a better death, if the fall is high enough. One winter I was going over a gully, clogged with a frozen snow-pile. I had to pass it; so I forced my stick down into the pile, and leaped over it. I tried to pull it out as I came over, but it stuck tight, and threw me backwards. I knew nothing more, until I woke up at the foot of the rocks, and saw the blood stains on the snow. I had scratched myself on the edge as I grazed over it. (INGOLF: And otherwise you got off alright?) Quite alright. I landed on the soft snow. Had it been rocky below, I would have died instantly. Since that day, I say falling from a height isn't the worst death. You lose all consciousness in falling.

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