Monologue

Oswald Monologue from Ghosts

From Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen

male · anguished · 43 sec

No, never that! That is just what I will not have. I can't endure to think that perhaps I should lie in that state for many years--and get old and grey. And in the meantime you might die and leave me. For the doctor said it wouldn't necessarily prove fatal at once. He called it a sort of softening of the brain--or something like that. I think that expression sounds so nice. It always sets me thinking of cherry-coloured velvet--something soft and delicate to stroke.

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