• Ou Ming
  • Friday, March 23, 2007

    cut short by fire


    BORKMAN.
      [angrily]  Oh, women!  They wreck and ruin our lives!  Tamper with our destinies!
    Rob us of our victories!
     
    FOLDAL.
      Not all women!
     
    BORKMAN.
      Oh?  Name me a single one who is worth anything!
     
    FOLDAL.
      That’s very true. None of the few I know are worth much.
     
    BORKMAN.
      [snorts scornfully]  So what’s the use of that? That such women do exist somewhere
    if you never meet any?
     
    FOLDAL.
      [Warmly]  Yes, John Gabriel, it does matter, I assure you.
    It is such a noble and uplifting thought that here or there in the world, somewhere,
    far away perhaps - the true woman exists after all.
     
    BORKMAN.
      [Moving impatiently on the sofa]  Oh, do spare me that poetic nonsense.







    (according to Wikipedia’s trivia, there is only one known picture in which Ibsen smiles)

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    2 Comments:

    Blogger Nick D said...

    Kale Ibsen proiniatika? Ti eblepes ston ypno sou kalo mou?

    Intersting points though :)

    March 23, 2007 12:44 pm  
    Blogger Xilaren said...

    den eblepa tipota. aplws sto donmar tin perasmeni bdomada

    March 25, 2007 10:29 am  

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