The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg


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Page 45

LADY. Let's hope it was only a dream. Now my wool's finished; and
with it, my useless work. It's grown soiled in the making.

STRANGER. It can be washed.

LADY. Or dyed.

STRANGER. Rose red.

LADY. Never!

STRANGER. It's like a roll of manuscript.

LADY. With our story on it.

STRANGER. In the filth of the roads, in tears and in blood.

LADY. But the story's nearly done. Go and write the last chapter.

STRANGER. Then we'll meet at the seventh station. Where we began!


SCENE XVI

THE DOCTOR'S HOUSE

[The scene is more or less as before. But half the wood-pile has
been taken away. On a seat near the verandah surgical instruments,
knives, saws, forceps, etc. The DOCTOR is engaged in cleaning
these.]

SISTER (coming from the verandah). A patient to see you.

DOCTOR. Do you know who it is?

SISTER. I've not seen him. Here's his card.

DOCTOR (reading it). This outdoes everything!

SISTER. Is it he?

DOCTOR. Yes. Courage I respect; but this is cynicism. A kind of
challenge. Still, let him come in.

SISTER. Are you serious?

DOCTOR. Perfectly. But, if you care to talk to him a little, in
that straightforward way of yours. ...

SISTER. I'd like to.

DOCTOR. Very well. Do the heavy work, and leave the final polish to
me.

SISTER. You can trust me. I'll tell him everything your kindness
forbids you to say.

DOCTOR. Enough of my kindness! Make haste, or I'll get impatient.
Shut the doors. (His SISTER goes out.) What are you doing at that
dustbin, Caesar? (CAESAR comes in.) Listen, Caesar, if your enemy
were to come and lay his head in your lap, what would you do?

CAESAR. Cut it off!

DOCTOR. That's not what I've taught you.

CAESAR. No; you said, heap coals of fire on it. But I think that's
a shame.

DOCTOR. I think so, too; it's more cruel and more cunning. (Pause.)
Isn't it better to take some revenge? It heartens the other person,
lifts the burden off him.

CAESAR. As you know more about it than I, why ask?

DOCTOR. Quiet! I'm not speaking to you. (Pause.) Very well. First
cut off his head, and then. ... We'll see.

CAESAR. It all depends on how he behaves.

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