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(1912) [MARC] Author: August Strindberg Translator: Ellie Schleussner
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background for her, I made the acquaintance of the director
of the Conservatoire. I, who detested the theatre, visited
the opera or a concert every night. Everything interested
me intensely, because I reported everything to her. No
sooner had I arrived at my hotel than I sat down and gave
her a minute description of Miss So-and-so’s
performance, drawing comparisons which were invariably in her
own favour.

Her spirit pervaded the picture galleries. I spent an
hour before the Venus of Guido Reni in the Belvedere,
because she was so like my beloved.

In the end my longing grew so irresistible that I
packed my box and returned home as fast as the express
could carry me. Surely I was bewitched; there was no
means of escape from her.

I had a royal reception.

My love-letters seemed to have rekindled Marie’s love.
I ran up the little garden to meet her. I covered her
face with passionate kisses. I took her little head between
my hands.

“Can you really work magic, little witch?”

“What do you mean? Your journey was not an
attempt at flight, was it?”

“It was! But you are stronger than I am.... I
throw down my arms....”

On my writing-table lay a spray of red roses.

“You do love me a little?”

She was covered with confusion like a young girl—she
blushed... it was all over with me, my honour, my
efforts to break the chains which bound me, and which
I longed for when I was free.

Six months went by; we lived in a wonderful dream:
we chirruped like starlings, we kissed, our love was
endless. We played duets and backgammon. The most
beautiful days of the last five years were surpassed.

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