Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
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Oswald. And, for all that, he did so much with his life--so much
that was good and useful, I mean--short as his life was. Manders. Yes, my dear Oswald Alving, you have inherited the name of a man who undoubtedly was both energetic and worthy. Let us hope it will be a spur to your energies. Oswald. It ought to be, certainly. Manders. In any case it was nice of you to come home for the day that is to honour his memory. Oswald. I could do no less for my father. Mrs. Alving. And to let me keep him so long here--that's the nicest part of what he has done. Manders. Yes, I hear you are going to spend the winter at home. Oswald. I am here for an indefinite time, Mr. Manders.--Oh, it's good to be at home again! Mrs. Alving (beaming). Yes, isn't it? Manders (looking sympathetically at him). You went out into the world very young, my dear Oswald. Oswald. I did. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't too young. Mrs. Alving. Not a bit of it. It is the best thing for an active |
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