At all events, you admit he is not the right man. (Marg: I never said that!) But you ought to realize that he's fettering you, undoing you utterly, seeking through egotism, to destroy your inalienable self. Look back for a moment at the Margaret you were; at the freedom that was yours while you loved me. Think of the younger set who gathered about me and who belonged no whit less to you? Do you never long for those days? Do you never call to mind the small room with its balcony—Beneath us plunged the Isar— (He seizes her hand and presses her near.) (Marg: Ah!) All's not beyond recall. It need not be the Isar, need it? I have something to propose to you, Margaret. Tell him, when he returns, that you still have some important matters to arrange at Munich, and spend the time with me. Margaret, you are so lovely! We shall be happy again as then. Do you remember (very near her) "Abandoned on thy breast and—" Marg. (retreating brusquely from him). Go, go away. No, no. Please go away. I don't love you any more.

Gil Monologue from Literature

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