You could write off the title character as little more than a meagre strumpet,
Toying around with male affections like a sambo plays the trumpet.
But Hamsun, that master of the soul, turns it all the way around,
So Victoria’s character is revealed as something lambent and profound.
Hamsun’s Nietzschean contempt for the upper classes of his day,
Which would later lead him to favour the meritocratic NS way,
Caused him to parody decadent cucks in this early but excellent little book
Written in 1898…lest his later views be mistook.