CLEMENS: But such, such - (takes a book from the mantel)
that's the obiection. I can assure you that when I see it
laying there, when I just think of it, I am ashamed that it
is your work.
MARGARET: That is where your understanding fails you...
but... don't be angry - if you had that, you would be perfect,
and that most likely should not be. But what embarrasses
you about it? You know I have never experienced any of that.
CLEMDENS: 1 hope -
MARFARET: That they are merely fantasies?
CLEMENS: I must question that. How can a woman imagine
Reads:
about
situations like these:/ “As I hung / your neck,my laps passed
close to yours, my senses reeled,.... - How can a woman
write such things? How can a woman have them printed?
Everyone who reads them must picture the authoress and the
neck in question, and the situation in question.
MARGARET: But I assure you that such a neck never existed.
CLEMENS: I can't picture it. That is my good fortune,
and yours, Margaret. But where did you get such ideas?
These ardent love-poems could'nt have referred to your first
husband, as you say he never understood you.