Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
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whole soul revolted against, as it would against something
abominable. That was what led me to examine your teachings critically. I only wanted to unravel one point in them; but as soon as I had got that unravelled, the whole fabric came to pieces. And then I realised that it was only machine-made. Manders (softly, and with emotion). Is that all I accomplished by the hardest struggle of my life? Mrs. Alving. Call it rather the most ignominious defeat of your life. Manders. It was the greatest victory of my life, Helen; victory over myself. Mrs. Alving. It was a wrong done to both of us. Manders. A wrong?--wrong for me to entreat you as a wife to go back to your lawful husband, when you came to me half distracted and crying: "Here I am, take me!" Was that a wrong? Mrs. Alving. I think it was. Menders. We two do not understand one another. Mrs. Alving. Not now, at all events. Manders. Never--even in my most secret thoughts--have I for a moment regarded you as anything but the wife of another. |
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