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John Gabriel Borkman

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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BORKMAN. Has he really been so close to your heart? ELLA RENTHEIM. Why else should I have taken him to me, and kept him as long as ever I could? Why? BORKMAN. I thought it was out of pity, like all the rest that you did. ELLA RENTHEIM. [In strong inward emotion.] Pity! Ha, ha! I have never known pity, since you deserted me. I was incapable of feeling it. If a poor starved child came into my kitchen, shivering, and crying, and begging for a morsel of food, I let the servants look to it. I never felt any desire to take the child to myself, to warm it at my own hearth, to have the pleasure of seeing it eat and be satisfied. And yet I was not like that when I was young; that I remember clearly! It is you that have created an empty, barren desert within me--and without me too! BORKMAN. Except only for Erhart. ELLA RENTHEIM.
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Yes, except for your son. But I am hardened to every other living thing. You have cheated me of a mother's joy and happiness in life--and of a mother's sorrows and tears as well. And perhaps that is the heaviest part of the loss to me. BORKMAN. Do you say that, Ella? ELLA RENTHEIM. Who knows? It may be that a mother's sorrows and tears were what I needed most. [With still deeper emotion.] But at that time I could not resign myself to my loss; and that was why I took Erhart to me. I won him entirely. Won his whole, warm, trustful childish heart--until---- Oh! BORKMAN. Until what? ELLA RENTHEIM. Until his mother--his mother in the flesh, I mean--took him from me again. BORKMAN. He had to leave you in any case; he had to come to town. ELLA RENTHEIM.