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English to Danish: "The Sandman: Season of Mists" by Neil Gaiman (p. 16) General field: Art/Literary
Source text - English Dream of the Endless: ah, there's a conundrum.
In this aspect (and we perceive but aspects of the Endless, as we see the light glinting from one tiny facet of some huge and flawlessly cut precious stone), he is rake-thin, with skin the colour of falling snow.
Dream accumulates names to himself like others make friends; but he permits himself few friends.
If he is closest to anyone, it is to his elder sister, whom he sees but rarely.
He heard long ago, in a dream, that one day in every century Death takes on mortal flesh, better to comprehend the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: that this is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before, all that must come after.
He broods on this tale, but has never questioned her about its truth. Perhaps he fears that she would answer him.
Of all the Endless, save perhaps Destiny, he is the most conscious of his reponsibilities, the most meticulous in their execution.
Dream casts a human shadow, when it occurs to him to do so.
Translation - Danish Drøm, Den Uendelige: han er om nogen en gåde.
Fra vores synsvinkel (og vi ser altid De Uendelige fra én ud af mange mulige vinkler, på samme måde som vi kun ser et enkelt lysglimt blive reflekteret i den perfekt slebne diamant, selvom den måtte være af anseelig størrelse) er han mager som en trane og hans hud så hvid som den sne, der ikke er landet på jorden endnu.
Drøm får øgenavne så let som andre får venner, og han tager sjældent imod et venskab.
Hvis han overhovedet er tæt på nogen er det sin storesøster, men hende ser han ikke ofte.
Han hørte engang i en drøm, at Døden én dag i hvert århundrede ifører sig kødet for at smage en tår af dødelighedens bæger og bedre kunne forstå de liv hun tager. Dette er den pris hun må betale for at være bindeleddet mellem alt der har været og alt der skal komme.
Drøm grubler over denne historie, men har aldrig spurgt hende om det passer. Måske er han bange for svaret.
Af alle De Uendelige, måske med undtagelse af Skæbnen, er han den der har bedst forståelse for sit ansvar, og den der opfylder sine forpligtelser mest nidkært.
Drøm kaster en menneskelig skygge når det falder ham ind.
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