Lucky Pehr by August Strindberg
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FAIRY. Farewell. [Elf and Fairy vanish.] [Enter Lisa.] LISA. Here in this peaceful church the good fairy promised me that I should meet him--How shall I behold him now? Has he learned aught of life, or is he still the same selfish, pleasure-loving youth who pursues only fickle fortune? If he had had the courage to do a bad act in a good cause, then he would at least have shown that he could make a sacrifice for something besides himself; for the most that we can give to a cause is our precious regard for ourselves. Higher powers demand that such and such shall take place; they choose the instruments where they will and none may give up the commission, even if it means going under. My friend was not that sort, and therefore, therefore--Hush! I hear footsteps--It is he! No, I would not meet him yet; I must collect my thoughts. If I conceal myself here--in the confessional--[Steps in.] [Enter Pehr.] PEHR. [Drops down on a prayer stool, left.] She flees from me, as I flee from my bad thoughts! Alone, forsaken--what more is there for me in life? Naught have I learned of life save its nothingness, and no wishes are left to me but evil ones. My soul would be like an empty shell were it not filled with her! My life--Ah, what has it been? [Pall pounds on floor.] What was that?--Ghosts in the sunshine? That would be a funny sight! [Broom raps on floor.] Again! 'Tis said that one can see ghosts in broad daylight, if one peeps through a door-crack, it is even maintained that one can see |
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