The last few days I have been in the company of Sigurd Evensmo. A whole past world of ideas, facts and cheats has filled my room. I have been tense and feel that I have read a biography that struck me with the same effect as a good novel: Now it must not stop! Another few pages! Well!
It has been a reunion. Or rather: a rehearsal. I can hardly be called impartial. At home with us, there was devotion in the living room when Sigurd Evensmo looked into Sølvsuperen at 19 pm. . .
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