When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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The silence? MAIA. Yes, indeed I can. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Well, perhaps you are right, _mein Kind_. One can really hear the silence. MAIA. Heaven knows you can--when it's so absolutely overpowering as it is here--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. Here at the Baths, you mean? MAIA. Wherever you go at home here, it seems to me. Of course there was noise and bustle enough in the town. But I don't know how it is-- |
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