It is sad that all these nice things should take their revenge on our bones.
RANK. Oh, it’s a mere laughing matter, the whole thing. My poor innocent spine has to suffer for my father’s youthful amusements.
NORA (sitting at the table on the left). I suppose you mean that he was too partial to asparagus and pate de foie gras, don’t you?
RANK. Yes, and to truffles.
NORA. Truffles, yes. And oysters too, I suppose?
RANK. Oysters, of course, that goes without saying.
NORA. And heaps of port and champagne. It is sad that all these nice things should take their revenge on our bones.
RANK. Especially that they should revenge themselves on the unlucky bones of those who have not had the satisfaction of enjoying them.
