Master Olof : a Drama in Five Acts by August Strindberg
page 128 of 194 (65%)
page 128 of 194 (65%)
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Christine. But why can't you do it? Olof. For the same reason that you couldn't understand me a moment ago: I haven't learned how. And perhaps you will feel happy once more if I tell you that you can learn to understand this book--which, by the by, is not identical with me--while on the other hand, I could never learn to do your work. Christine. Why couldn't you? Olof. Because I am not built that way and don't want to do it. Christine. But if you wanted to? Olof. Well, there, my dear, you have my weak point. I could never want to do it. Believe me, you are stronger than I, for you have power over your own will, but I have not. Christine. Do you think I could learn to understand that book of yours? Olof. I am convinced of it. But you must not. Christine. Am I still to be kept in ignorance? Olof. No, no--understand me right! The moment you understood what I understand, you would cease to think of me as-- Christine. A god-- |
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