Christine. I shall understand because I want to.

Olof (reading). "Matter when considered separate from form is
something wholly without predictability, indeterminable and
indistinguishable. For nothing can originate out of pure
non-being, but only out of the non-being of reality, which is
synonymous with being as a possibility. Being in its possibility
is no more non-being than is reality. For that reason every
existence is a realized possibility. Thus matter is to Aristotle
a much more positive substratum than to Plato, who declares it to
be pure non-being. And thereby it becomes plain how Aristotle
could conceive of matter in its opposition to form as a positive
negativity."

Christine (throwing aside her work). Stop! Why is it that I
cannot understand that? Have I not the same mental faculties as
you? I am ashamed, Olof, because you have such a poor creature of
a wife that she cannot understand what you say. No, I will stick
to my embroidery, I will clean and dust your study, I will at
least learn to read your wishes in your eyes. I may become your
slave, but never, never shall I be able to understand you. Oh,
Olof, I am not worthy of you! Why did you make me your wife? You
must have over-valued me in a moment of intoxication. Now you
will regret it, and we shall both be unhappy.

Olof. Christine! Don't take it like that, dear! Come and sit here
by me. (He picks up the embroidery.) Will you believe me if I
tell you that I couldn't possibly do a thing like this? Never in
my life could I do it. Are you not then cleverer than I, and am I
not the lesser of us two?