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The shed had been at the estate for many years, and so had Toralv. But he hadn’t always been the lucky owner who made all the decisions.But now he was.Now he was the master of this land.And there was a great satisfaction by it.For many years heMoreThe shed had been at the estate for many years, and so had Toralv. But he hadn’t always been the lucky owner who made all the decisions.But now he was.Now he was the master of this land.And there was a great satisfaction by it.For many years he had been just a frustrated son in the house.This was where he had grown up.He used to be an unhappy child, a frightened subordinate.Others had made all the decisions then. Nobody had cared about what he wanted.But that was many years ago.Now he had practically taken over the whole estate. It all was under his domination now.Here he had his little kingdom on his own.This was his dear property, with the soft lawn, the big trees and the stony beach.His own house was here, and also his own shed.And most important, he dominated it all.He could use it just the way he wanted.But then, he did not know quite what he wanted. Therefore he just sat there, on the floor in the shed.At least he had decided it for himself.Because he could do just that, he could make decisions for himself. He could do whatever he wanted. But he didn’t know what he wanted. THE SLOBToralv Peder Helmersen was his full name.But he liked to think of himself as Toralv Helmers. That name was going to make him famous. For famous he should be.That was sure.Indeed, it was a shame that he was not well-known already. It made him in fact somewhat ashamed.And his mother was perhaps ashamed too, although she shouldn’t complain about it.She could just mind her own business.But maybe she was ashamed nevertheless, over the fact that her son hadnt become anyting important so far.He had been such a nice boy, she thought.He had been prettier and more nimble than the other kids.So she had thought that he would turn out to be something really nice.Or at least she had hoped for it.But the other mothers’ sons had been educated and got themselves good jobs now.While her son was just walking about, he who had been so promising.Now he was more like a slob, people might think.Was it perhaps his mother’s fault?No, she had done everything for him.She had loved him as high as any mother could.And she had protected him against all the dangers in the world.Or had she done too little or too much?Annie Kristina wondered about it, but she didn’t know what she should have done differently. THE FAMOUSToralv had no alternative career plans.He wanted to be famous, or otherwise he didn’t care at all.Firstly he had to be discovered.He would be discovered and then emerge as a famous celebrity, or he would just give a damn.He couldn’t bear just to be an ordinary man.He didn’t have it in him.Then he rather would be dead, he thought.He was not a common man at all.And he would not try to be so either.There were already too many of them, he snorted.There were far too many ordinary people in this country, he thought.Why did they multiply so eagerly?It was a clear disparity there, he thought.The duller people were, the more they wanted to multiply themselves.