Jöns
[Jöns is commiserating with disconsolate blacksmith Plog]
Love is the blackest of all plagues, but you don't even die of it, and usually it passes.
. . .
Jöns
If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection.
Plog
You're lucky. You believe in your own twaddle.
Jöns
Who says I believe it? But I like giving advice.

