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>you will never go up north into an unspoiled country, and toil hard everyday, cultivate a small piece of land, live on the rythm of the seasons, unhindered by humans, by artifical conceptions of time, by rationalism and meaningless modernity, but simply live life as a primeval man, one with the soil, while having lots of children with a sami woman sent to you by the lapps
>A tiller of the ground, body and soul; a worker on the land without respite. A ghost risen out of the past to point to the future; a man from the earliest days of cultivation, a settler in the wilds, nine hundred years old, and withal, a man of the day
