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The Collected Works of Henrik Ibsen (11); Little Eyolf. John Gabriel Borkman. When We Dead Awaken
The Collected Works of Henrik Ibsen Little Eyolf John Gabriel Borkman When We Dead Awaken - 11 Author:Henrik Ibsen Volume: 11 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1907 Original Publisher: Heinemann Subjects: Drama / General Drama / Continental European Literary Criticism / European / Scandinavian Literary Criticism / Drama Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there ... more »may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Erhart. [With an outburst.] Oh, say rather what "you have consecrated my life to. You, you have been my will. You have never given me leave to have any of my own. But now I cannot bear this yoke any longer. I am young; remember that, mother. [With a polite, considerate glance towards Borkman.] I cannot consecrate my life to making atonement for another -- whoever that other may be. Mrs. Borkman. [Seized with a groining anxiety.] Who is it that has transformed you, Erhart? Erhart. [Struck.] Who? Can you not conceive that it is I myself? Mrs. Borkman. No, no, no! You have come under some strange power. You are not in your mother's power any longer; nor in your -- your foster- mother's either. Erhart. [With laboured defiance.] I am in my own power, mother! And working my own will! Borkman. [Advancing towards Erhart.] Then perhaps my hour has come at last. Erhaht. [Distantly and niih measured politeness.] How so? How do you mean, sir? Mrs. Borkman. [Scornfully.] Yes, you may well ask that. Borkman. [Continuing undisturbed.] Listen, Erhart -- will you not cast in your lot with your father? It is not through any other man's life that a man who has fallen can be raised up again. These are only empty fables that have been told to you down here in the airless room. If you were to set yourself to live your life like all the saints together, it would be of no use whatever to me. Erhart. [With measured respectfulnets.] That is...« less