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Sabatul pare să fi fost o veche sărbătoare babiloniană ce se ținea din 7 în 7 zile (Shapatu). Însă sensul ei era destul de diferit de cel al Sabatului biblic. Shapatu babilonian era o zi de doliu și de autopedepsire. Era o zi sumbră, dedicată planetei Saturn (zeul timpului si astfel zeul morții) a cărui mânie trebuia să fie îmblânzită prin autoblamare si autopedepsire.

”Muncă” este orice intervenție a omului, fie ea constructivă sau distructivă, asupra lumii fizice. “Odihna” este o stare de pace între om și natură.

…în mod conștient sau inconștient, exploram continuu lumile imaginare ale morții și inventam neobosit altele noi. Aceasta mai înseamnă că anticipam experiențele morții chiar atunci când suntem, ca să zic așa, conduși de cele mai creative epifanii ale vieții.

Neither of the girls disappointed me,only I disappointed both of them.My opinion of them is today exactly the same when I wanted to marry them.It is not true either that in my 2nd marriage attempt I disregarded the experiences gained from the 1st attempt,that I was rash & careless.The cases were quite different;precisely the earlier experience held out a hope for the 2nd case,which was altogether much more promising

Marrying, founding a family, accepting all the children that come, supporting them in this insecure world and perhaps guiding them a little, is, I am convinced, the utmost a human being can succeed in doing at all. That so many seem to succeed in this is no evidence to the contrary; first of all, there are not many who do succeed, and secondly, these not-many usually don't "do" it, it merely "happens" to them

As a child I was, in your view, always studying, and later always writing. This does not even remotely correspond to the facts. It would be more correct, and much less exaggerated, to say that I studied little and learnt nothing; that something did stick in my mind after those many years is, after all, not very remarkable, since I did have a moderately good memory and a not too inferior capacity for learning;

You have a particularly beautiful, very rare way of quietly, contentedly, approvingly smiling, a way of smiling that can make the person for whom it is meant entirely happy. I can't recall its ever having expressly been my lot in my childhood, but I dare say it may have happened, for why should you have refused it to me at a time when I still seemed blameless to you and was your great hope?

I was lost confidence in my own actions. I was wavering, doubtful. The older I became, the more material there was for you to bring up against me as evidence of my worthlessness; gradually you began really to be right in a certain respect. Once again, I am careful not to assert that I became like this solely through you; you only intensified what was already there...

The impossibility of getting on calmly together had one more result,actually a very natural one:I lost the capacity to talk.I dare say I would not have become a very eloquent person in any case,but I would,after all,have acquired the usual fluency of human language.But at a very early stage you forbade me to speak.Your threat,'Not a word of contradiction!' & the raised hand accompanied it have been with me ever since

I was continually in disgrace; either I obeyed your orders, and that was a disgrace, for they applied, after all, only to me; or I was defiant, and that was a disgrace too, for how could I presume to defy you; or I could not obey because I did not, for instance, have your strength, your appetite, your skill, although you expected it of me as a matter of course; this was the greatest disgrace of all.

Courage, resolution, confidence, delight in this and that, could not last when you were against it or even if your opposition was merely to be assumed; and it was to be assumed in almost everything I did.

...I dare say I was quite obedient afterwards at that period (*early years), but it did me inner harm... [...] Even years afterwards I suffered from the tormenting fancy that the huge man, my father, the ultimate authority, would come almost for no reason at all and take me out of bed in the night and carry me out onto the pavlatche, and that meant I was a mere nothing for him.

I was a timid child. For all that, I am sure I was also obstinate, as children are. I am sure that Mother spoilt me too, but I cannot believe I was particularly difficult to manage; I cannot believe that a kindly word, a quiet taking by the hand, a friendly look, could not have got me to do anything that was wanted of me...

“Borkman.
[Stands as though thunderstruck, stares fixedly at her, and says in a half-whisper.] Is it—is it Ella? Is it Ella Rentheim?

Ella Rentheim.
Yes, it's "your" Ella, as you used to call me in the old days; many, many years ago.

Borkman.
  [As before.] Yes, it is you Ella, I can see you now.

Ella Rentheim.
  Can you recognise me?

Borkman.
  Yes, now I begin to——“

“Borkman.
  Exceptional men are above precedents.

Foldal.
  The law knows nothing of such distinctions.

Borkman.
  [Harshly and decisively.] You are no poet, Vilhelm.

Foldal.
[Unconsciously folding his hands.] Do you say that in sober earnest?

Borkman.
[Dismissing the subject, without answering.] We are only wasting each other's time. You had better not come here again.”

“Borkman.
[After a short silence.] You made an unwise choice, I fear, when you married.

Foldal.
I had practically no choice in the matter. And, you see, one feels a need for companionship as one begins to get on in years. And so crushed as I then was—so utterly broken down——”

“Ella Rentheim.
[Tentatively.] Is no change possible, Gunhild?

Mrs. Borkman.
[With a gesture of repulsion.] He has never made any movement towards a change.

Ella Rentheim.
Could you not make the first movement, then?

Mrs. Borkman.
[Indignantly.] I! After all the wrong he has done me! No thank you! Rather let the wolf go on prowling up there.”

Ella Rentheim.
You have a hard heart, Gunhild.

Mrs. Borkman.
Towards him, yes.

Ella Rentheim.
After all, he is your husband.

Mrs. Borkman.
Did he not say in court that it was I who began his ruin? That I spent money so recklessly?

Ella Rentheim.
But is there not some truth in that?

Mrs. Borkman.
Why, it was he himself that made me do it! He insisted on our living in such an absurdly lavish style—

“Soon all the sea-highways will be closed”

Wangel
Ellida,your mind is like the sea—it has ebb and flow.Whence came the change?

Ellida
Ah!don't you understand that the change came—was bound to come when I could choose in freedom?

Wangel
And the unknown?It no longer lures you?

Ellida.
Neither lures nor frightens me.I could have seen it—gone out into it,if only I myself had willed it.I could have chosen it.And that is why I could also renounce it

Hilde.
And when you come home again—are you going to be engaged to her, and then marry her?

Lyngstrand.
No, that wouldn't very well do. For I daren't think of such a thing during the first years. And when I shall be able to, she'll be rather too old for me, I fancy.

Hilde.
And yet you wish her to think of you?

Lyngstrand.
Yes; that's so useful to me. You see,

Ellida.
But why didn't you write?

Arnholm
(looks at her and smiles, half reproachfully). I make the first advance? Perhaps expose myself to the suspicion of wanting to begin all over again? After such a repulse as I had had?

Ellida.
Oh no! I understand very well. Have you never since thought of forming any other tie?

Arnholm.
Never! I have been faithful to my first memories.

Arnholm.
Isn't your wife at home today?

Wangel.
Oh, yes. She's sure to be here soon. She's down there bathing. She does so every blessed day no matter what the weather.

Arnholm.
Is she ill, then?

Wangel.
Not exactly ill, although she has been extremely nervous for the last few years—that is to say, she is now and then. I can't make out what really ails her. But to plunge into the sea is her joy and delight.

Voiam să mai spun ceva: au existat și există momente când, în realitate sau în memorie— de cele mai multe ori îmi amintesc de privirea ta îndreptată spre mine, mai mult decât de ce însemni, altminteri, pentru mine— si în suflet, mi se pare că se ivește pe neașteptate ceva superior, dar, ca de obicei, eu sunt prea slab ca să rețin asta sau să-i fac față.

La ce ajută scrisorile? Tu taci.

In ciuda insomniei si a durerii de cap ma îngraș, nu asa ca directorul meu, dar într-o subordine pe măsură.
Meniul de ieri:
la 10:30 — 2 porții de lapte, miere, 2 porții de unt, 2 chifle
la 11 — un sfert de kg de cireșe
la 12 — kaizer, spanac, cartofi, tăieței cu vanilie, chifle
la 15 — o ceșcuță cu lapte, 2 chifle
la 17 — ciocolată, 2 porții de unt, 2 chifle

…acum sunt pentru tine — un copil rău, un nebun sau altceva, un copil rău, fața de care ești drăgăstoasă, fără să merite, si pe care trebuie să-l placi fiindcă merita.
Aceasta este perspectiva ce se înfățișează unei minți înfierbântate. Dacă stai in vârful picioarelor, perspectiva poate fi frumoasă, dar cum nu reziști să rămâi asa, nu tăgăduiesc ca este dezolanta

Eu te-am iubit totuși pentru adevăratul tau fel de a fi si m-am temut de el numai când mi-a afectat cu ostilitate munca. Or, fiindcă te-am iubit atâta, n-as fi putut face altfel decât sa te ajut si sa te păstrez. Totuși, nu-i chiar neadevărat, ai fost in pericol. Dar voiai oare sa nu fii nicicum? Niciodată? Absolut deloc?

I was curious how Felice answered to Franz on that, pity I don’t have it

Uneori, realmente nu știu in ce fel imi pot asuma răspunderea de a ma căsători, asa cum sunt. O căsnicie întemeiată pe fermitatea soției? Va fi o construcție strâmbă, nu-i asa? Se prabuseste si smulge din pământ si temelia.

A very careful examination from a hypersensitive Franz 🫣

HEDDA.
I hear what you are saying,Tesman.But how am I to get through the evenings out here?

TESMAN.
Oh,I daresay Judge Brack will be so kind as to look in now and then,even though I am out.

BRACK.
Every blessed evening,with all the pleasure in life, Mrs. Tesman! We shall get on capitally together, we two!

HEDDA.
Yes,don't you flatter yourself we will,Judge Brack? Now that you are the one cock in the basket—”