Monologue

Mme X Monologue from The Father

From The Father by August Strindberg

female · melancholic · 49 sec

Do you know it really hurts me to see you like this, alone, in a cafe, and on Christmas eve, too. It makes me feel as I did one time when I saw a bridal party in a Paris restaurant, and the bride sat reading a comic paper, while the groom played billiards with the witnesses. Huh, thought I, with such a beginning, what will follow, and what will be the end? He played billiards on his wedding eve! (Mlle. Y. starts to speak). And she read a comic paper, you mean? Well, they are not altogether the same thing. (A waitress enters, places a cup of chocolate before Mme. X. and goes out.)

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