Monologue

Stranger Monologue from To Damascus

From To Damascus by August Strindberg

any · melancholic · 35 sec

What is loveliest, brightest! The first, the only, the last that ever gave life meaning! I, too, once sat in the sunlight on a verandah, in the spring beneath the first tree to show new green, and a small crown crowned a head, and a white veil lay like thin morning mist over a face... that was not that of a human being. Then came darkness!

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