Daughter Monologue from To Damascus

From To Damascus by August Strindberg

female · contemplative · 1:07 min

I wasn't thinking of weeping, though I dare say good breeding would demand I should. Well, good-bye! STRANGER . I think I came out of that well! It's a mercy to part with content on both sides. Mankind, after all, makes rapid progress, and self-control increases as the flow of the tear-ducts lessens. I've seen so many tears shed in my lifetime, that I'm almost taken aback at this dryness. She was a strong child, just the kind I once wished to be. The most beautiful thing that life can offer! She lay, like an angel, wrapped in the white veils of her cradle, with a blue coverlet when she slept. Blue and arched like the sky. That was the best: what will the worst look like?

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