When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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MAIA. [Sits for some time as though waiting for the PROFESSOR to say something, then lets her paper drop with a deep sigh.] Oh dear, dear, dear---! PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Looks up from his paper.] Well, Maia? What is the matter with you? MAIA. Just listen how silent it is here. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Smiles indulgently.] And you can hear that? MAIA. What? PROFESSOR RUBEK. |
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