And these damn emancipation women have talked, decade after decade, about women's liberation. But they don't do anything. Over half of the earth's population are women. But the cowards have not freed themselves. History is full of examples of oppressed men who have rebelled against the oppressors and fought their way free.
Women only talk.
That is what drives me crazy. The play progresses with increasing intensity, an impressive sustained crescendo. Marie acknowledges her weakness, admits to her alcoholism. Siri, escaping from Strindberg's needy clutches, grasps for an independence that Strindberg doesn't want to grant her. But his work, too, is only words, words, words.