Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah. by August Strindberg
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ADOLPH. I don't THINK so! And it seems to me all the time as if she were in the wrong--Would you care to read this letter, for instance, which I got today? [Takes out a letter from his pocket-book.] GUSTAV. [Glancing through the letter] Hm! The handwriting seems strangely familiar. ADOLPH. Rather masculine, don't you think? GUSTAV. Well, I know at least ONE man who writes that kind of hand--She addresses you as "brother." Are you still playing comedy to each other? And do you never permit yourselves any greater familiarity in speaking to each other? ADOLPH. No, it seems to me that all mutual respect is lost in that way. GUSTAV. And is it to make you respect her that she calls herself your sister? ADOLPH. I want to respect her more than myself. I want her to be the better part of my own self. GUSTAV. Why don't you be that better part yourself? Would it be less convenient than to permit somebody else to fill the part? Do you want to place yourself beneath your wife? |
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