Plays by August Strindberg: Creditors. Pariah.
1912
Published in 1912, 'Creditors' and 'Pariah' are two plays by Swedish playwright August Strindberg, known for their exploration of complex human relationships. 'Creditors' is a tragicomedy that delves into the intricacies of marriage, focusing on the tensions between Tekla, her husband Adolph, and her ex-husband Gustav, revealing themes of jealousy and emotional debt. Strindberg's works are notable for their psychological depth and innovative narrative structures, making significant contributions to modern drama.
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“Autumn is my spring!””
— August Strindberg
“Everything can happen, everything is possible and probable. Time and place do not exist; on an insignificant basis of reality the imagination spins, weaving new patterns; a mixture of memories, experiences, free fancies, incongruities and improvisations.””
— August Strindberg
“And why does man weep when he is sad? I asked at last”
— August Strindberg
“Every moment of enjoymentBrings to some one else a sorrow,But your sorrow gladdens no one,For from sorrow naught but sorrow springs.””
— August Strindberg
“I once asked a little boy why the sea was salt, and the boy, whose father was away on a long journey, said right away, "The sea is salt because the sailors cry so much." "But why do the sailors cry so much?" I asked. "Because," he said, "they always have to go away from home- and that's why they're always drying their handkerchiefs up on the masthead!" And then I asked him, "But why do people cry when they're sad?" And he said, "That's because they have to wash the glasses of their eyes so they can see better.””
— August Strindberg
“Av - att vara till; att känna min syn försvagad av ett öga, min hörsel förslöad av ett öra, och min tanke, min luftiga ljusa tanke bunden i fettslyngors labyrinter. Du har ju sett en hjärna... vilka krokvägar, vilka krypvägar...””
— August Strindberg
“In the midst of happiness grows a seed of unhappiness. Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.””
— August Strindberg
“Poor souls. I feel so sorry for them.””
— August Strindberg
“Schoolmaster: Now, my boy, can you tell me how much two times two is? ...Officer: Two... times two... Let me see! That makes two two!Schoolmaster: Well, well... somebody hasn't done his homework!Officer: (ashamed) Yes, I have, but... I know what it is, but I can't say it...Schoolmaster: You're trying to get out of it! You know, but you can't say. Perhaps I can help you! (He pulls the Officer's hair)Officer: Oh, this is dreadful, really dreadful!Schoolmaster: Yes, dreadful, that's precisely what it is when a big boy like you has no ambition.Officer: Yes, that's right, one must mature... Two times two... is two, and I can prove it by analogy, the highest form of proof. Listen, now! ... One times one is one, so two times two must be two! For what applies to one must apply the other!Schoolmaster: This proof accords perfectly with the laws of logic, but the answer is wrong.””
— August Strindberg
