Monologue

Jean Monologue from The Father

From The Father by August Strindberg

male · anguished · 1:27 min

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That you could not make me tell. (JULIE: Not if I ask you as an equal, as a--friend? Who was she?) It was you! (Julie seats herself.) (JULIE: How extravagant!) Yes, if you will, it was ridiculous. That was the story I hesitated to tell, but now I'm going to tell it. Do you know how people in high life look from the under world? No, of course you don't. They look like hawks and eagles whose backs one seldom sees, for they soar up above. I lived in a hovel provided by the state, with seven brothers and sisters and a pig; out on a barren stretch where nothing grew, not even a tree, but from the window I could see the Count's park walls with apple trees rising above them. That was the garden of paradise; and there stood many angry angels with flaming swords protecting it; but for all that I and other boys found the way to the tree of life--now you despise me.

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20s · sadness · identity · isolation · class struggle · longing

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