Married by August Strindberg
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fully conscious of what had happened in the night. He could think
vigorously and logically like a man after a deep and restful sleep. The whole scene stood vividly before his mind. He saw the full significance of it, unvarnished, undisguised, in the sober light of the morning. She had sold herself! At three o'clock in the morning, intoxicated with love, blind to everything, half insane, he had promised to introduce her bill. And the price! She had given herself to him calmly, coldly, unmoved. Who was the first woman who found out that she could sell her favour? And who was the woman who discovered that man is a buyer? Whoever she was, she was the founder of marriage and prostitution. And they say that marriages are made in heaven! He realised his degradation and hers. She wanted to triumph over her friends, to be the first woman who had taken an active share in the making of her country's laws; for the sake of this triumph she had sold herself. Well, he would tear the mask from her face. He would show her what she really was. He would tell her that prostitution could never be abolished while women found an advantage in selling themselves. With his mind firmly made up, he got out of bed and dressed. He had to wait a little for her in the dining-room. He rehearsed the |
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