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hated one's whole life through,-but has never told him
of it.
FLOR.
But you are getting so terrible worked up, Mr.
Rademacher, - you are lo sing your voice.
RADE
Dont be afraid, once he is here I shall be able to
speak altight.
Who knows... who knows? Listen now, Mr. Rademacher
FLOR.
let me make a auggestion to you.
Let us have.8
rehearsal of it.
Yes, Mr. Rademacher, Im not Joking,
I know what I m after. If you under stand what I mean
everything always besends on the way a matter is put,
Now, what good would,it be to you to
doesn’t it?
say to him "You are ancontemptible) creature and I hate
+ abject
He would
you!”... that wouldn’t have any effect.
merely think.... "Oh you may call me bad names, but
you are lying here in a ward with a temperature of
while I can go off comfortably for a walk and
amoke my ’igar”
RADE.
I shall say something quite different to him; a man
is easily consoled for his own business. But that all
1 abjectness
through his life he was ludicrous in the eyes of the
people who perhaps were most dear to him - - he canno
get over that.
Very well, then.
Talk, talk. imagine that I am this
FLOR.
I have ry cket s
immend of your youth. Here I am;
full of money, my head full of self-conceit.
(Acting)
"Here I am, my old friend, you wish to speak to me'
What is it?
Now then,
coorking himself a "fury"
RADE.
(feverishly; growing and angrier as he speaks)
Yes, I did send for you.
But not to bid you
farewell in the name of our old friendship -
but to tell you something before it is too late.
noI
(Acting) “My old comrade, you are putting me on the
FLOR.
rack......what is it that you have to tell me?”
Now, Now?
RADE.
You suppose that you are something more than I am?
My good friend, neither of us has ever belonged among
for the dacly levebthe great ones, and in the depthe when we are sitting
in our own home's; at [?] hours there is really no
Your whole importance
difference between us.
Your fame —
is nothing but aappion and a fraud.
a pile of new spaper subscribe, which will blow away into
the wind on the day following your death.
Your friends
flatterers! crawling on their bellies
before success! An envious pack!
who shake their
fists at you behind your back! Blockhead, for whose
admiration you are just small enough.
But you are certainly intelligent enough to guess all
that yourself now and again.
I would not have taken
the trouble to bring you here for the sake of telling
you all that. There is something el se that I have to
say to you now, and it is very possible that it is base
of me to say it. — — — But it is Treredible, how
little one minds doing any act of baseness, when there
is no longer any day before one, on which to feel
a shamed of it. (He Le ises) A hundred times during
the last few years, when we met by chance in the street
and you were so kind as to say a few friendly words to
condescended
hated one's whole life through,-but has never told him
of it.
FLOR.
But you are getting so terrible worked up, Mr.
Rademacher, - you are lo sing your voice.
RADE
Dont be afraid, once he is here I shall be able to
speak altight.
Who knows... who knows? Listen now, Mr. Rademacher
FLOR.
let me make a auggestion to you.
Let us have.8
rehearsal of it.
Yes, Mr. Rademacher, Im not Joking,
I know what I m after. If you under stand what I mean
everything always besends on the way a matter is put,
Now, what good would,it be to you to
doesn’t it?
say to him "You are ancontemptible) creature and I hate
+ abject
He would
you!”... that wouldn’t have any effect.
merely think.... "Oh you may call me bad names, but
you are lying here in a ward with a temperature of
while I can go off comfortably for a walk and
amoke my ’igar”
RADE.
I shall say something quite different to him; a man
is easily consoled for his own business. But that all
1 abjectness
through his life he was ludicrous in the eyes of the
people who perhaps were most dear to him - - he canno
get over that.
Very well, then.
Talk, talk. imagine that I am this
FLOR.
I have ry cket s
immend of your youth. Here I am;
full of money, my head full of self-conceit.
(Acting)
"Here I am, my old friend, you wish to speak to me'
What is it?
Now then,
coorking himself a "fury"
RADE.
(feverishly; growing and angrier as he speaks)
Yes, I did send for you.
But not to bid you
farewell in the name of our old friendship -
but to tell you something before it is too late.
noI
(Acting) “My old comrade, you are putting me on the
FLOR.
rack......what is it that you have to tell me?”
Now, Now?
RADE.
You suppose that you are something more than I am?
My good friend, neither of us has ever belonged among
for the dacly levebthe great ones, and in the depthe when we are sitting
in our own home's; at [?] hours there is really no
Your whole importance
difference between us.
Your fame —
is nothing but aappion and a fraud.
a pile of new spaper subscribe, which will blow away into
the wind on the day following your death.
Your friends
flatterers! crawling on their bellies
before success! An envious pack!
who shake their
fists at you behind your back! Blockhead, for whose
admiration you are just small enough.
But you are certainly intelligent enough to guess all
that yourself now and again.
I would not have taken
the trouble to bring you here for the sake of telling
you all that. There is something el se that I have to
say to you now, and it is very possible that it is base
of me to say it. — — — But it is Treredible, how
little one minds doing any act of baseness, when there
is no longer any day before one, on which to feel
a shamed of it. (He Le ises) A hundred times during
the last few years, when we met by chance in the street
and you were so kind as to say a few friendly words to
condescended