The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg
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downward, when the man pulls up. Drags upward, when the man pulls
down. STRANGER. She always wants to disagree with her husband; always has a lot of sympathy for what he dislikes; is crudest beneath the greatest superficial refinement; the wickedest amongst the best. And yet, whenever I've been in love, I've always grown more sensitive to the refinements of civilisation. TEMPTER. You, I dare say. What about her? STRANGER. Oh, whilst our love was growing _she_ was always developing backwards. And getting cruder and more wicked. TEMPTER. Can you explain that? STRANGER. No. But once, when I was trying to find the solution to the riddle by disagreeing with myself, I took it that she absorbed my evil and I her good. TEMPTER. Do you think woman's particularly false? STRANGER. Yes and no. She seeks to hide her weakness but that only means that she's ambitious and has a sense of shame. Only whores are honest, and therefore cynical. TEMPTER. Tell me some more about her that's good. STRANGER. I once had a woman friend. She soon noticed that when I drank I looked uglier than usual; so she begged me not to. I |
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