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id: 14347
title: Plays by August Strindberg, Second series
author: Strindberg, August
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  spirit, against the impalpable power that moves us, against God. The play, seen in this light, pictures a deep-reaching spiritual I see hard work and the right kind of will, but I don''t want to be have been making: "Maurice will come, for he is a good fellow; he has come true, and now I have no more to ask of life--Do you want think of the poor after having heard good news. Let us look more closely at the matter--Oh, here comes the You who know me, Madame Catherine, tell me: do you believe, They want to know if Monsieur Maurice is going to No!--Not for a little thing like that, you know! wanted: sick, you know, like those princes in the Arabian Nights if anybody should like to get away before the count comes home. Do you think one really knows what one wants at that time?


id: 5053
title: Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah.
author: Strindberg, August
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  I have little doubt that Strindberg, at the time he wrote this play--and whether the figure of Tekla be true to life merely as the picture of Yes, it even happened that friends of mine gave her ideas which the husband was abroad when I first met Tekla--it happened right here, widow who marries again often show a likeness to her dead husband. Well, I know at least ONE man who writes that kind of hand--She I think she must have nine lives, like a cat. I think little brother is not telling the truth. Yes, I think I need it. Oh, yes, when you wanted to teach me how to think--do you Do you think one really knows what one wants at that time? Yes, I want to try my luck once more, but this time I am going useful to you to feel what I felt that time.--Do you know where your


id: 8499
title: Plays: the Father; Countess Julie; the Outlaw; the Stronger
author: Strindberg, August
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  PLAYS: THE FATHER; COUNTESS JULIE; THE OUTLAW; THE STRONGER Woman''s Son," the tragedies, "The Father," and "Countess Julie," the Yes, if I only knew for sure that I was father of the child, but Can''t one ever know who the father of a child is? Yes, dear friend, I do believe it; but you don''t know what there all the time, like a winter night, but when you come home Father, But, Father, you''ll be good to Mother, won''t you? Yes, it''s queer, but I have never looked at a man without knowing you think Bertha looks like me? Pastor comes in, he takes a chair and sits near Laura by the desk.] Well, as we''ve come to talk about it, it''s high time you looked in case any one wants to get away before the Count comes home. Haven''t you loved your father, Miss Julie?


id: 8500
title: Plays: Comrades; Facing Death; Pariah; Easter
author: Strindberg, August
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  Regarding the mother as down-trodden, he wanted to think out a means Yes, you wouldn''t think that of a man like me, would you? [Axel comes in, also Willmer; the model goes out unnoticed during the BERTHA [Embracing him].Yes, I shall ask you--beg of you, until you Something tells me that things won''t be right between Axel and me again. Bertha is alone for a moment, when she hears Axel coming. Between ourselves, yes, but the world won''t know unless you go and Yes, money comes to an end too! [Bertha goes out; Axel rises, takes off his cutaway to change it for [Axel, Abel, Willmer, Mrs. Starck and Bertha come in from orchard.] Do you know, I believe that good luck is coming our way--that hard Yes, Elis, we are going toward the light, believe me. Yes, indeed, he''s come to live right across the street from


id: 36111
title: Prophets of Dissent : Essays on Maeterlinck, Strindberg, Nietzsche and Tolstoy
author: Heller, Otto
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  to limit inner life to the superficial realities, it at the same time his work on "The Life of the Bee" passes him beyond question with high When men like Maeterlinck are encountered in the world of practical works of those writers translated by Maeterlinck in his earlier years. teacher of modern times, Leo Tolstoy, was not by any means a bringer of products of the literary art, the volcanic upheaval in the social life attempt to find a new way of understanding life he must be said to have Like all true realists, Tolstoy took great pains to inform himself even people, Tolstoy studies for the first time the so-called "intellectual" (30) "The Life of Tolstoy," Later Years, p. reality of human nature which makes it impossible for any man to live up Even a summary review like this of Tolstoy''s life and labors cannot be


id: 44302
title: Plays by August Strindberg, Fourth Series
author: Strindberg, August
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  [_Is heard singing outside, on the right-hand side; see musical Let the Lord look into our minds and hearts, and if they hold KERSTI _rises horror-stricken and stands like a statue_. _As_ KERSTI _hears him a happy look comes into her face, and _The_ FATHER _goes to the door at the right and brings in_ MATS. I don''t know, grandfather, but I think I should never have come comes up behind_ KERSTI _and puts his hands over her eyes_] Guess who KERSTI _seats herself at the table on the right-hand side and [_Taking one of_ KERSTI''S _hands and looking her straight in [_Taking_ LIT-MATS _away from_ KERSTI] Come on now! As you know, no one tells people what he thinks of them in the first act: "Look out for the silver--the King is coming." _The_ KING''S MOTHER-IN-LAW _enters from the left in the white the door at the right_] Let Master Olavus Petri come in.


id: 44233
title: Plays by August Strindberg, Third Series
author: Strindberg, August
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  good-nights unto your love--and so will Swanwhite, too, I think! [_Takes her hand and says in a low voice_] Good-night!--Oh, _She goes up to the_ PRINCE, _places one of her hands over his heart, Well, you know the old man and his ways. Thanks, old man!--Well, will you let me have a look at your [_Opening the door and speaking to_ AXEL] Come out here a moment! You mustn''t, Thyra, for then the little boy won''t come and play I don''t know, but I think you look as if it would be like a heart, and her lips looked as if none but good words had ever All right, old lady, I''m coming! think I look like a dead man? [_Coming out on the sidewalk again and looking up]_ I think the Not in an old house like this, and that''s a good thing, for


id: 44106
title: The Confession of a Fool
author: Strindberg, August
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  After having paid our call we took advantage of the lovely spring day frankly and graciously for having looked after "her old man"; she said "Look after my wife, old man," he said, "and prove to her that you The Baroness rose, went out of the room and returned with her husband. dear love, and my woman''s heart shall never get the better of me it as a woman loves a man who has allowed her to trample on his honour, letter, "that two men like you and the Baron should not be friends." On the following day we met in my room; on a third evening at Marie''s, of a man and a woman, loving and supplementing each other, but living The days passed; into the worship of my wife as mother a new thought One evening Marie asked me whether I was in love with her friend....


id: 45375
title: Plays by August Strindberg, First Series
author: Strindberg, August
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  duties--for I want to study men and life, and see whether things Yes, sit down, friend--I am able to stand. the right way!--Yes indeed, for naturally we see it upside down. Time--[_Thinks_] I cannot tell, but I know what it white field, meaning "yes." In response to it_ Alice Come, prophet, and I shall tell you the riddle--but far away Yes, I know perfectly well what I want, but there is room will come to think it quite easy to crush human fates like egg [_Sitting down at the window_] Yes, dear Curt, go. ALICE _sits in the right-hand easy-chair. Yes, a little--but if you come nearer to me I can tell [ALICE _looks staggered_] Yes, I know you Colonel right, he will come on his own invitation--Yes, you may Yes, I think I have noticed it, but I don''t know why. yes, you shall know what it means.


id: 46107
title: The German Lieutenant, and Other Stories
author: Strindberg, August
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  "I think, sir," answered the curé, "that I know my people better than When the priest entered he went to the bed and took the sick man''s ''Man is good but men are bad'' said our "I thought one had a right to plunder wild trees," said Sten in a "Sit down, sir, and let us talk," said Sten. "Yes, but one could learn it," said Sten, who felt more amused than Sten thought the proposal as good as any he was likely to meet with, town, and when the old man comes, tell him that I met my brother-in-law It was so cold in the little country church that the breath came like answer," said the priest, and pressed his wife''s hand. straw-covered flower-beds so that they looked like little children''s "I am wondering how Brother Peter will receive us this year," said Paul "That horse is like a sheep," said Paul.


id: 46397
title: Legends: Autobiographical Sketches
author: Strindberg, August
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  At the word "God" he makes a grimace and answers, "Yes, it is a queer "What is the matter with the old man?" I ask, when the doctor returns. I now ask the way to the coal-mines, and this time, in order to make no my way a man, whose father I had in former times despised, both on At the same time the appearance of another young man convinces me that my friends begin to discuss whether they shall order a bowl of punch. friend''s door the pain became so great that I had to stand still. A man, whom I do not know, comes in, apparently to look for The next day my friend is obliged to break off his evening meal because Another time when the "white woman" has appeared to him in the night he "It looks like it, for some days ago, while I slept, I saw the fire


