Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah. by August Strindberg
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GUSTAV. You can be sure of that. She took when you were not
looking, and that is called theft. ADOLPH. Perhaps she never did educate me? GUSTAV. But you her? In all likelihood! But it was her trick to make it appear the other way to you. May I ask how she set about educating you? ADOLPH. Oh, first of all--hm! GUSTAV. Well? ADOLPH. Well, I--- GUSTAV. No, we were speaking of her. ADOLPH. Really, I cannot tell now. GUSTAV. Do you see! ADOLPH. However--she devoured my faith also, and so I sank further and further down, until you came along and gave me a new faith. GUSTAV. [Smiling] In sculpture? ADOLPH. [Doubtfully] Yes. GUSTAV. And have you really faith in it? In this abstract, antiquated art that dates back to the childhood of civilisation? |
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