Monologue

Mother Monologue from To Damascus

From To Damascus by August Strindberg

female · anguished · 51 sec

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Yes. At least he used to be; but since his second marriage he's not known a happy hour. Fate, as he calls it, seized him with an iron hand and drove him here in the shape of a ragged beggar. Ill-fortune struck him blow after blow, so that I pitied him at the very moment he fled from here. Then he wandered in the woods and, later, lay out in the fields where he fell, till he was found by merciful folk and taken to a convent. There he lay ill for three months, without our knowing where he was.

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The Mother reflects on the misfortunes of her son after his second marriage, expressing deep sorrow for his suffering and isolation as he has fallen into despair.

40s · sadness · fate · isolation · family · suffering

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