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(1912) [MARC] Author: August Strindberg Translator: Ellie Schleussner
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VII
Success followed success. All our debts were paid.
It rained money. But although a great proportion of
my income went towards household expenses, our financial
position was chaos. Marie, who kept the accounts and
had the cash, was always clamouring for more money,
and her constant demands were the cause of violent scenes.
Her contract with the theatre was not renewed. It
goes without saying that I had to bear the consequences.
It was all my fault ! ... If only she had never married
me !.. . The part which I had written for her was
forgotten ; she had indeed completely ruined it, for she
had bungled it, and played it without the slightest con-
ception of its subtleties.
About this time much interest was aroused in what has
been called the "woman question." The famous Nor-
wegian male blue-stocking had written a play on the
subject, and all feeble minds were obsessed by a perfect
mania of finding oppressed women everywhere. I fought
against those foolish notions, and consequently was dubbed
" mysogynist," an epithet which has clung to me all my
life.
A few home-truths on the occasion of our next quarrel
threw Marie into a violent fit of hysterics. It was just
after the greatest discovery of the nineteenth century in
the treatment of neurotic diseases had been made. The
remedy was as simple as all great truths.
When the screams of the patient were at their loudest,
I seized a water-bottle and thundered the magic words- -
"Get up, or I shall pour this water over you!
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