A monologue from the enjoy by August Strindberg
BE AWARE: This monologue is reprinted from Plays by August Strindberg. Trans. Edith and Warner Oland. Boston: John T. Luce and Co., 1912.
MME. Back button: Our associate has been thus queer. When I saw you for the first time I was afraid of you, so afraid i didn\t care to let you away of my sight, no matter when or where, I usually found me personally near youI didn\t challenge have you for an foe so I started to be your friend. But there was always discord when you reached our house, Since I saw that my husband couldn\t endure you, and the whole thing seemed as awry in my opinion as an ill-fitting gownand I did all I could to generate him friendly toward you, but with simply no success right up until you became engaged. Then came a violent friendship between you, so that it viewed all at once as if you both dared show your genuine feelings only if you were secureand thenhow was it later? I didn\t receive jealousstrange to talk about! And I bear in mind at the christening, when you served as godmother, I produced him kiss youhe did so, and you became so confusedas it had been, I didn\t notice it thendidn\t think about it later, eitherhave never thought about it untilnow! Why are you silent? You haven\t said a word this kind of whole time, but you include let me embark on talking! You may have sat right now there, and your eye have reeled out for me each one of these thoughts which in turn lay just like raw silk in its cocoonthoughtssuspicious thoughts, maybe. Why did you break your involvement? Why do you really never come to our house any more? How come won\t you come to see us tonite? You needn\t speakI understand it all! It was becauseand becauseyes! Yes, at this point all the accounts balance. That\s it. Fie, I won\t sit at the same table along. That\s the reason I had to embroider tulipswhich I hateon his slippers, because you are fond of tulips, that\s why we go to Lake Malarn in the summer, mainly because you don\t like sodium water, that\s why my own boy is named Eskilbecause it\s your father\s name, that\s way My spouse and i wear your garments, read your authors, eat your favorite dishes, drink the drinksthat\s whyohmy Godit\s awful. Everything. Every thing came from you to me. Your soul crept into my own, like a worm into an apple, ate and ate, uninterested and fed up, until absolutely nothing was still left but the rind and slightly black dirt within. I needed to get away from you, but I couldn\t, you lay such as a snake and charmed myself with your dark-colored eyes, We felt that after I lifted my wings they just dragged me down, We lay in the water with bound feet, and the more robust I strove to keep up the deeper My spouse and i worked personally downuntil My spouse and i sank to the bottom, where you lay just like a giant crab to clutch system me within your clawsand right now there I are lying today.
