As Peer Gynt reminisces with his dying mother, they dwell long and fondly on how, when Peer was a child, they would imagine his bed was a sleigh whisking them across a frozen fjord, a sleigh pulled by "fleet-foot horses". Or more accurately by a cat proxying for fleet-foot horses; a cat who before being pressed into service as a horse had been peacefully "sad på en kubbestol"1, sat upon a kubbestol: a chair hewn from a tree trunk, and an item of furniture which is as closely associated with
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