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Love and bread (short story)
August Strindberg [1849-1912] Love and Bread FALK, the royal secretary, was certainly not informed as to the market-price of wheat when he rode out to the major’s to ask his daughter’s hand. “I love Louisa,” began the secretary. “How much do you earn?” asked the old man. “A trifle less than twelve hundred crowns. But then we love each other so devotedly, dear uncle.” “That does not concern me. Twelve hundred crowns is not enough.” “I have some extra work besides. Louisa knows my heart.” “Don’t speak so childishly! How much do you earn by this extra work?” “We met first at Boo, on the island Lidingö.” “How much do you earn outside?” said the major, gesticulating with his lead-pencil as if he would stab him with it. “And our feelings, which ——” “How much do you earn outside?” The major began to scrawl something on his blotting-paper. “Oh! that surely will not fail, if we only first ——” “Will you answer me or not? How much do you earn outside? Figures are what I want — figures and facts.”...
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