I didn't find it at all surprising that he was on a poster in my father's office, I was four years old and nothing in the world was incomprehensible, everything was connected with everything else. But dad and Ola Jan laughed. They laughed, and said it was impossible. That's Ibsen, they said. He died nearly a hundred years ago. But I was sure it was the same man, and I said so. They shook their heads, and now dad wasn't laughing. When I pointed to Ibsen and said I had seen him, he shooed me out.

karl ove knausgaard, Karl Ove Knausgaard - A Dea…, loc. 1666