The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg
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STRANGER. Yes. Not like ordinary people, but unusual ones. We resemble two drops of water, that fear to get close together, in case they should cease to be two and become one. LADY. This time we knew the dangers and wanted to avoid them. But it seems that they can't be avoided. STRANGER. Perhaps they weren't dangers, but rude necessities; laws inscribed in the councils of the immortals. (Silence.) Your love always seemed to have the effect of hate. When you made me happy, you envied the happiness you'd given me. And when you saw I was unhappy, you loved me. LADY. Do you want me to leave you? STRANGER. If you do, I shall die. LADY. And, if I stay, it's I who'll die. STRANGER. Then let's die together and live out our love in a higher life; our love, that doesn't seem to be of this world. Let's live it out in another planet, where there's no nearness and no distance, where two are one; where number, time and space are no longer what they are in this. LADY. I'd like to die, yet I don't want to. I think I must be dead already. STRANGER. The air up here's too strong. |
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