The idol of Authority must be shattered in this town. - Henrik Ibsen

Think, Dagny, what it is to sit by the window in the eventide and hear the kelpie wailing in the boat-house; to sit waiting and listening for the dead men's ride to Valhal; for their way lies past us here in the north. They are the brave men that fell in fight, the strong women that did not drag out their lives tamely, like thee and me; they sweep through the storm-night on their black horses, with jangling bells! Ha, Dagny! think of riding the last ride on so rare a steed!

Cage an eagle and it will bite at the wires, be they of
iron or of gold.

Most people are ennobled by the actual presence of death. But how long do you suppose this nobility will last in him?