In Doctor Glas:
“I went to the bath house in Malmtorgsgatan, to take a Finnish bath.”
“When I had undressed, and entered the bastu, I heard a well-known voice:
—It’s as hot and jolly in here as in a little departmental office of hell. Stina! Brushing in three minutes!
It was Markel. He sat crouched on a shelf, right up under the ceiling, imperfectly hiding his gnawed-off bones behind a fresh Aftonblad.
—Don’t look at me, he said, as he caught sight of me. Priests and journalists shalt thou not see naked, saith the preacher.
I wound a wet towel round my head and stretched myself out on a shelf.” Page i211
In Real Life:
In Dr. Glas,