Status Updates From مرغابی وحشی

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Finished the first act and things are already dramatic per Ibsen's mo

GREGERS. If you are right, and I am wrong, then life is not worth
living.

RELLING. Ah! life might be pleasant enough all the same, if only we
could be left in peace by those blessed duns who come worrying us poor
folk about the claims of the ideal.

GREGERS (_looking in front of him_). At any rate I am glad that my
destiny is what it is.

RELLING. Upon my soul I’ve not noticed any spiritual turmoil going on
in him.

GREGERS. What! At such a juncture, when a new foundation is being
laid for his whole life. Now, can you imagine that a man of Hjalmar’s
individuality----

RELLING. Oh! Individuality--he! If he ever had any tendencies to
the abnormal developments that you call individuality, they were
extirpated, root and branch, while he was yet a boy;

GREGERS. Do you pray in the morning, too?

HEDVIG. No, I don’t do that.

GREGERS. Why not in the morning as well?

HEDVIG. Oh! it’s light in the morning, and there’s nothing to be afraid
of.

Okay realism!!! Okay metaphor!!!

HJALMAR (_laughing_). Ha--ha! If you weren’t Gregers Werle, what else
would you be?

GREGERS. If I had my choice, I should prefer being a clever dog.

GINA. A dog!

HEDVIG (_involuntarily_). Oh! not that!

GREGERS. Yes, a real uncommonly clever dog; . . .