афро-американская дама в приемной госпиталя, увидев в моих руках эту книгу, спросила: Is this your Bible?
Not yet, - ответил я. - But I'm getting there.
I told her that she must choose between him and me. But she carefully refrained from doing so, for her object was to have me, him, and as many more as she could get, kneeling at her feet and adoring her. She was a flirt, a mangeuse d'hommes, a chaste polyandrist. - August Strindberg, The Confession of a Fool
Lie, then! Double without being able to throw the pursuers off the scent. It went against the grain. Tormented by doubts, hesitating between different plans of escape from this maze, I longed to run away in order to be spared the terrible questions which awaited me. Like a wild beast which feels the approach of death, I thought of hiding myself in the wood to die. - August Strindberg, The Confession of a Fool
DOCTOR. There are many different kinds of women, you know.
CAPTAIN. Recent research has shown there’s only one!
(Act II, Sc. 4, p. 31)
- The Father, some realistic Strindberg
The fatal dinner was served. There was nothing on the dish but bones and sinews.
" What is this you are putting before me ? " I asked the maid.
" I am sorry, sir," she replied, " but I had orders to reserve the best pieces for the dog."
- August Strindberg, The Confession Of a Fool
She was anxious that I should accompany her, for she considered the fact of her husband's absence prejudicial to her best interests.
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I became so sick of the torture of their tittle-tattle that I begged to be in future excused from my wife's parties. I urged her to cut her connection with those mental lepers [выделено мной - вс], those disqualified ones, whose presence must of necessity depress us and rob us of our courage.
...
She knew that I was in her power, and did not scruple to abuse it.
I might as well have preached to stone walls. How could I hope to make this woman, who acknowledged no other law but her animal instincts, grasp a philosophical distinction!но не везде:
...her instinct of self-preservation had built up a legend behind which she could shield herself from the attacks of her anguished conscience.Ницше, Арцыбашев - что-то в воздухе такое было:
How strange is life! In the afternoon I had struck her. At night she held me in her arms and kissed me.в общем - конец довольно занудный.
What an extraordinary woman she was, to kiss her executioner with willing lips!
Why had I not known it before? If I had struck her ten years ago I should now have been the happiest of husbands.
Remember this, my brothers, if ever you are deceived by a woman!
