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I once heard of a Spanish feast:

into the ring they first released

A horse of country stature;

and then a tiger from its cage;-

it prowled awhile in silent rage,

then leapt right at its capture.

…

I don’t know who won finally;

because that country horse is me,

the fight too has no ending; –

the town you know where this takes place,

that laughter, clapping would embrace –

its name needs no appending!

(Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson: »Sidste Sang«)

für Jeannine, die keine Verwendung für das Wort »aufgeben« hat.