Plays by August Strindberg, Second series by August Strindberg
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ADOLPH. You're a little devil--do you know that?
TEKLA. No, I don't know anything at all about myself. ADOLPH. You never think about yourself, do you? TEKLA. [Sniffing and taking notes] I think of nothing but myself-- I am a dreadful egoist. But what has made you turn so philosophical all at once? ADOLPH. Put your hand on my forehead. TEKLA. [Prattling as if to a baby] Has he got ants in his head again? Does he want me to take them away, does he? [Kisses him on the forehead] There now! Is it all right now? ADOLPH. Now it's all right. [Pause] TEKLA. Well, tell me now what you have been doing to make the time go? Have you painted anything? ADOLPH. No, I am done with painting. TEKLA. What? Done with painting? ADOLPH. Yes, but don't scold me for it. How can I help it that I can't paint any longer! TEKLA. What do you mean to do then? |
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