Plays by August Strindberg, Second series by August Strindberg
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But I am also growing a new soul, new thoughts, and here, where
your bosom has left an impression, I can feel my own beginning to bulge. (During this entire scene, the pianist in the next room has been practicing the Sonata in D-minor, sometimes pianissimo, sometimes wildly fortissimo; now and then he has kept silent for a little while, and at other times nothing has been heard but a part of the finale: bars 96 to 107.) MAURICE. What a monster, to sit there all night practicing on the piano. It gives me a sick feeling. Do you know what I propose? Let us drive out to the Bois de Boulogne and take breakfast in the Pavilion, and see the sun rise over the lakes. HENRIETTE. Bully! MAURICE. But first of all I must arrange to have my mail and the morning papers sent out by messenger to the Pavilion. Tell me, Henriette: shall we invite Adolphe? HENRIETTE. Oh, that's going too far! But why not? The ass can also be harnessed to the triumphal chariot. Let him come. [They get up.] MAURICE. [Taking off the cloak] Then I'll ring. HENRIETTE. Wait a moment! [Throws herself into his arms.] (Curtain.) |
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