Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah. by August Strindberg
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GUSTAV. No, there is nothing to say about me. I am a teacher of
dead languages, and a widower--that's all! Take my hand. ADOLPH. What terrible power there must be in you! It feels as if I were touching an electrical generator. GUSTAV. And bear in mind that I have been as weak as you are now.- -Stand up! ADOLPH. [Rises, but keeps himself from falling only by throwing his arms around the neck of GUSTAV] I am like a boneless baby, and my brain seems to lie bare. GUSTAV. Take a turn across the floor! ADOLPH. I cannot! GUSTAV. Do what I say, or I'll strike you! ADOLPH. [Straightening himself up] What are you saying? GUSTAV. I'll strike you, I said. ADOLPH. [Leaping backward in a rage] You! GUSTAV. That's it! Now you have got the blood into your head, and your self-assurance is awake. And now I'll give you some electriticy: where is your wife? ADOLPH. Where is she? |
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