She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with
Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and
obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the
second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain
was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the
people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the
auditorium were resuming. You see, aunt, it’s the only possible way
for me to get a good degree in my subjects, and father won’t hear of it. She loved to be told to do things. I want to be a human being; I want to
learn about things and know about things, and not to be protected as something
too precious for life, cooped up in one narrow little corner. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. Even WITH the Censorship of
Plays there’s hardly a decent thing to which a man can take his wife and
daughters, a creeping taint of suggestion everywhere. .
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