The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg
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STRANGER. Frank words. Now I know where I am.
MOTHER. I'd like to know where I am. Can you support two families? STRANGER. If all goes well. MOTHER. All doesn't--in this life. Money can be lost. STRANGER. But my talent's capital I can never lose. MOTHER. Really? The greatest of talents has been known to fail ... gradually, or suddenly. STRANGER. I've never met anyone who could so damp one's courage. MOTHER. Pride should be damped. Your last book was much weaker. STRANGER. You read it? MOTHER. Yes. That's why I know all your secrets. So don't try to deceive me; it won't go well with you. (Pause.) A trifle, but one that does us no good here: why didn't you pay the ferryman? STRANGER. My heel of Achilles! I threw my last coin away. Can't we speak of something else than money in this house? MOTHER. Oh yes. But in this house we do our duty before we amuse ourselves. So you came on foot because you had no money? STRANGER (hesitating). Yes. ... |
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