behaved in such a way towards me, as he did in Bergen, –

when he telephoned in that strange way

down to the hotel. O. J. Larsen is probably behind it.

I have incidentally felt for a long time, what Thùnold

also had the impression of, that there is a

conspiracy in the making – a click

against me in Bergen – perhaps it is because

I have continuously been called "the painter of West Norway"

and such. I know, that they are against me both

O. J. Larsen, Rùsti, Seim, Asor Hansen and

Kaland. Nevertheless no spreading this further – it is

best that the enemy believes, I haven’t

an inkling. – Aavang hangs out with them as surely

as he has red hair and is a Judas.

Seim is Larsen’s good friend, and he has

stated in Kristiania [Oslo], that West Norway is not,

as I have painted it, – I have only seen the

darkness in West Norway; – he on the other hand shall

"paint" West Norway with "light" colours – that

is to say – he shall dress West Norway in

Frenchmen’s discarded motley attire from

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