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BRACK.
I am sorry, Mrs. Hedda,—but I fear I must dispel an amiable illusion.

HEDDA.
Illusion?

BRACK.
Which could not have lasted long in any case.

HEDDA.
What do you mean?

BRACK.
Eilert Lovborg did not shoot himself—voluntarily.

HEDDA.
Not voluntarily?

BRACK.
No. The thing did not happen exactly as I told it.

HEDDA.
[In a clear voice.] At last a deed worth doing!

TESMAN.
[Terrified.] Good heavens, Hedda! what are you saying?

HEDDA.
I say there is beauty in this.

BRACK.
H'm, Mrs. Tesman—

MRS. ELVSTED.
Oh, Hedda, how can you talk of beauty in such an act!

HEDDA.
Eilert Lovborg has himself made up his account with life. He has had the courage to do—the one right thing.

Sa nu spui ca ma port prea sever cu tine! Tot ceea ce e capabil de dragoste in mine se afla doar in slujba ta. Dar vezi, de peste un an si jumătate alergam unul către altul, desi păream ca suntem pe punctul de a ne strânge la piept chiar dupa prima luna. Iar acum, dupa atâta timp si alergătura, continuam sa fim așa de departe unul de altul! F., ai datoria necondiționată ca, atât cat iti sta in putința,

F. chiar si-a pierdut încrederea in mine; are fără îndoiala o mulțime de motive întemeiate sa si-o piardă, iar pagina deja amintita din scrisoarea de patruzeci de pagini nu este cel mai neînsemnat motiv. Si odată cu increderea a dispărut si ceea ce poate ca F. a simțit pentru mine. Ce sa faca F.?

😊 I feel slightly envious of Felice for having received a handwritten letter of 40 pages at one time..

Ce se cere de la o casnicie este concordanta umana, deci un acord mai profund decat toate parerile, o potrivire care nu trebuie verificata, ci doar simtita, asadar, necesitatea oameneasca de a fi impreuna. Dar prin aceasta, libertatea individuala nu e stanjenita catusi de putin; ea este stanjenita numai atunci cand oamenii nu simt nevoia sa fie impreuna, asa cum se intampla in cea mai mare parte a existentei noastre

HEDDA.
[Rises and approaches THEA.] You may doubt him as long as you please; I believe in him. And now we will try—

MRS. ELVSTED.
You have some hidden motive in this, Hedda!

HEDDA.
Yes, I have. I want for once in my life to have power to mould a human destiny.

MRS. ELVSTED.
Have you not the power?

HEDDA.
I have not—and have never had it.

MRS. ELVSTED.
Not your husband's?”

LOVBORG.
Answer me one thing, Hedda—

HEDDA.
Well?

LOVBORG.
Was there no love in your friendship for me either? Not a spark—not a tinge of love in it?

HEDDA.
I wonder if there was? To me it seems as though we were two good comrades—two thoroughly intimate friends. [Smilingly.] You especially were frankness itself.

LOVBORG.
It was you that made me so.

LOVBORG.
[Softly, as before.] Answer me, Hedda—how could you go and do this?

HEDDA.
[Apparently absorbed in the album.] If you continue to say du to me I won't talk to you.

LOVBORG.
May I not say du even when we are alone?

HEDDA.
No. You may think it; but you mustn't say it.

LOVBORG.
Ah, I understand. It is an offence against George Tesman, whom you— love.

LOVBORG.
[Who has never taken his eyes off her, says softly and slowly:] Hedda—Gabler!

HEDDA.
[Glancing hastily at him.] Ah! Hush!

LOVBORG.
[Repeats softly.] Hedda Gabler!

HEDDA.
[Looking at the album.] That was my name in the old days—when we two knew each other.

LOVBORG.
And I must teach myself never to say Hedda Gabler again—never, as long as I live.

TESMAN. [Crosses the room.] Oh Hedda—one should never rush into adventures. Eh?

HEDDA. [Looks at him, smiling.] Do you do that?

TESMAN. Yes, dear—there is no denying—it was adventurous to go and marry and set up house upon mere expectations.

HEDDA. Perhaps you are right there.

Nora — can I never be anything more than a stranger to you?

Ah, Torvald, the most wonderful thing of all would have to happen.

Tell me what that would be!

Both you and I would have to be so changed that —. Oh, Torvald, I don’t believe any longer in wonderful things happening.

But I will believe in it. Tell me? So changed that —?

That our life together would be a real wedlock.

Helmer. And can you tell me what I have done to forfeit your love?

Nora. Yes, indeed I can. It was to-night, when the wonderful thing did not happen; then I saw you were not the man I had thought you.

Helmer. You talk like a child. You don’t understand the conditions of the world in which
you live.

Nora. No, I don’t. But now I am going to try. I am going to see if I can make out who is right, the world or I.

Helmer. You are ill, Nora; you are delirious; I almost think you are out of your mind.

Nora. I have never felt my mind so clear and certain as to-night.”

Ai intelege vreodată, cu o claritate capabila sa excludă măcar majoritatea dubiilor, ca te poti lipsi de mine, desi cu oarece dificultate, eventual? Ai intelege ca iti încurc planurile de viitor, ai intelege ca tu, un om bun,activ,plin de viața,sigur de sine, n-ai putea avea nimic in comun cu o ființa zapacita sau, mai bine zis, permanent confuza ca mine ori, daca ai acea ceva, ar fi numai in detrimentul tau?

The worst of a position like mine is that it makes one so bitter. No one to work for, and yet obliged to be always on the look-out for chances. One must live, and so one becomes selfish.

You haven’t any idea how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.

You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.

Noi doi avem talente atat de diferite. Eu sunt un mare orator in pat, pe cand tu esti o mare corespondenta in pat. Cum reusesti sa scrii in aceasta poziție? Nu mi-ai descris inca felul in care corespondezi din pat.

Nu trebuie sa-mi mai scrieți; nici eu nu va voi mai scrie. Scriindu-va, v-as face nefericita, iar pe mine nu m-ar ajuta la nimic. […]
Uitați degrabă stafia care sunt si traiti vesela si linistita ca mai-nainte!

Daca am fi împreuna, as tăcea, dar, fiindcă suntem departe, trebuie sa scriu; altminteri, as muri de tristete.

‘Don’t smile too much’, said my mother when it was my turn with the photographer. ‘You don’t want to look desperate.’

She was probably around my age, but she looked like a woman with a hundred years of suffering behind her -- no love, no transformations, no joy, just junk food and bad television, ugly, mean-spirited men creaking in and out of stuffy rooms to take advantage of her womb and impassive heft.

Strange how much we complicate things precisely to show not what we are feeling.

The faces of the listeners were focused and transfigured. They believed what the machine was shouting at them; in a strange state of hypnosis, they applauded that immaterial voice as if it were a human being. The scene struck me because it was typical of the sinister and demonic herd spirit of our days, of frightened and hysterical crowds who are guided by slogans.

I will wait in the cathedral. Today churches are almost as safe as they were in the Middle Ages.

Lumea nu-ti pare niciodată mai frumoasa ca atunci cand esti închis sau cand esti pe cale sa o parasesti. Daca am putea păstra mereu acest sentiment…

If I’m not in his memory, do I exist at all?

He wanted to enter into the clockwork of time itself, to nudge some gear, to slow it down, to move the hands backward.

Can the past be resurrected or remembered again? Should it be? And how much past can a person bear?

The saying that you can never step into the same story twice is not true. You can. That’s what we’re going to do.

Paseau pe marginea drumului, apoi incepura sa coboare, ajutandu-se unul pe altul sa traverseze portiunile dificile, cautand motive pentru fiecare atingere de mana. Nu vorbeau. Tamar se gandea ca nu mai cunoscuse pana acum un om alaturi de care sa ii placa atat de mult sa taca.