Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah. by August Strindberg
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you work, and grow old, and pile masses of new impressions on the
hatches, then the corpse will stay quiet in the hold. ADOLPH. Pardon me for interrupting you, but--it is wonderful how you resemble Tekla now and then while you are talking. You have a way of blinking one eye as if you were taking aim with a gun, and your eyes have the same influence on me as hers have at times. GUSTAV. No, really? ADOLPH. And now you said that "no, really" in the same indifferent way that she does. She also has the habit of saying "no, really" quite often. GUSTAV. Perhaps we are distantly related, seeing that all human beings are said to be of one family. At any rate, it will be interesting to make your wife's acquaintance to see if what you say is true. ADOLPH. And do you know, she never takes an expression from me. She seems rather to avoid my vocabulary, and I have never caught her using any of my gestures. And yet people as a rule develop what is called "marital resemblance." GUSTAV. And do you know why this has not happened in your case?-- That woman has never loved you. ADOLPH. What do you mean? GUSTAV. I hope you will excuse what I am saying--but woman's love |
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