A few days ago I was sitting in the train, 1 Stockholm. My fellow passengers were dozing in their 2 corners. Now I was coming to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature. When I thought of my father, I felt a deep sorrow because he died and could not see me 3 the Nobel Prize. As the train slide smoothly along, I began to 4 . In the dream, I met my father. Just I was about to 5 my news to him, I decided to keep it 6 a while longer and try the indirect 7 . I said to my father: “I am very heavily 8 debt. Father replied: “Paradise has everything 9 money.” I said: “Father, I came to ask for advice because it was all your 10 . How shall I ever 11 you for teaching me love fairy tales and stories? It was the old men and women 12 taught me that there is poetry in hard rocks and black forests. Do I 13 them nothing for giving me such glorious deeds to write about? And I am in debt not only 14 people, but also the whole of nature.” I continued: “Father, I have found it difficult enough to 15 all that I owed before, but I owed most to those who 16 my name for the Prize. It is not only honor and money they are bestowing 17 me. They have shown trust in me and 18 me out before the world.” Father said: “I will not 19 my brains about the problems.” Finally I asked all people to join me in the toast and 20 to the Swedish Academy.