““But I do, Joh! I still remember every syllable. You said: ‘I don’t hear a word you say—! only hear Hel! If I were to be blinded—! should still see Hel! If I were to be paralyzed—with paralyzed feet, I should still find my way to Hel!—’ Freder is your son. What do you think, Joh, he would answer me were I to say to him: give up the girl you love... ?” Joh Fredersen was silent. “Take care, Joh,” said the old mother. “I know what it means when your eyes grow cold, as now, and when you grow as pale as one of the stones of the wall. You have forgotten that lovers are sacred. Even if they are mistaken, Joh, their mistake itself is sacred. Even if they are fools, Joh, their folly itself is sacred. For where lovers are, there is God’s garden, and no one has the right to drive them out Not even God. Only their own sin.””