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Little Eyolf

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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RITA. Could we not see what travelling would do--far away from here? ALLMERS. From home? When you know you are never really well anywhere but here. RITA. Well, then, let us have crowds of people about us! Keep open house! Plunge into something that can deaden and dull our thoughts! ALLMERS. Such it life would be impossible for me.--No,--rather than that, I would try to take up my work again. RITA. [Bitingly.] Your work--the work that has always stood like a dead wall between us! ALLMERS. [Slowly, looking fixedly at her.] There must always be a dead wall between us two, from this time forth. RITA. Why must there--? ALLMERS. Who knows but that a child's great, open eyes are watching us day and night. RITA. [Softly, shuddering.] Alfred--how terrible to think of!
Government and Rebellion

I. _What is good government?_ II. _What constitutes rebellion against such government?_ III. _What is the duty of each citizen when rebellion exists?_ I. _What is a good government_? No citizen looks for an absolutely perfect form of nationality--of law. But we have a right to ask for good government. We have been accustomed to think that it depends more on administration than on principle; and the line of the poet, "That which is best administered, is best," is a proverb, to the sentiment of which we too freely yield. No doubt a government with bad statutes and wrong laws, may be so administered as to produce a tolerable degree of national comfort and development for a season; while a Constitution perfect in its theories and principles, may be so maladministered as to corrupt and distract, impoverish and demoralize, a people. And yet, I agree with an old patriot of the past
ALLMERS. Our love has been like a consuming fire. Now it must be quenched-- RITA. [With a movement towards him.] Quenched! ALLMERS. [Hardly.] It is quenched--in one of us. RITA. [As if petrified.] And you dare say that to me! ALLMERS. [More gently.] It is dead, Rita. But in what I now feel for you--in our common guilt and need of atonement--I seem to foresee a sort of resurrection-- RITA. [Vehemently.] I don't care a bit about any resurrection! ALLMERS. Rita! RITA. I am a warm-blooded being! I don't go drowsing about--with fishes' blood in my veins. [Wringing her hands.] And now to be imprisoned for life--in anguish and remorse! Imprisoned with one who is no longer mine, mine, mine! ALLMERS. It must have ended so, sometime, Rita. RITA. Must have ended so! The love that in the beginning rushed