Amorosa Page #5

I thought so.

Do you know what love is?

Love is the purpose of life!

I long for love!

I'm afraid of love.

You won't find love in this house.

I have met someone else.

He was so different

As from another world.

Do you know what love is?

The big love? It's a ghost

everyone speaks about.

But few has seen it. When one is in love

everything is so evident.

I'm filled with doubt.

You have the right to be.

Gerhard's eyes are so cold!

Don't repeat my mistake. Run

before it's too late.

It's already to late, Arvida.

The household course begins next week.

And the napkins need monograms...

I'd just trow them at Beda...!

You have never been the domestic type...

I'm not sure who I am anymore

and what I want.

The towels needs hemming...!

You won't have any use for those anymore.

You're not staying.

I'm thinking of my family back home.

If they want what's best for you, they'll rejoice.

Mother will feel dishonored...

Everyone will be embarrassed some time.

But it will pass. And Gerhard will mostly

get his ego hurt, he's so self-conceited.

One person will at least be happy.

Adolf?

Mm...

So, it's decided?

I have always been an obedient

child, Arvida. I've had enough.

I wish I was as brave as you.

I'll miss you.

You're different.

My heart aches!

Not here.

Yes.

You are going to the hospital now.

But you will become healthy soon.

And then I'll see you back at my place.

It will end the same way for Agnes as for

her cousin who is in a mental institution.

It's in our genes.

The menstruation arrived late.

It matters, the doctor says.

Schizophrenia, the doctor says.

Agnes becomes more anxious

when she writes.

She will never become a real author.

She isn't strong enough.

Agnes recovers abroad,

I heard.

Isn't it terrible, Adolf,

this thing with Viveka?

She doesn't want to keep the baby,

she believes it will go mad.

Yes, and Aimees smallest

is partly retarded.

Poor Aimee who is in a mental institution.

Yes, her nerves was to weak.

Hysterical females...

Es kostet ja nicht so viel...

No...!

Noo...!

Adolf:
Now when she is married,

she won't acknowledge us anymore.

The mother:
Sprengel doesn't believe

in the doctor's diagnosis.

He says that her hysteria

and depressions are a crisis of the soul.

It sounds nice,

and intellectual.

Sprengel will lock her up

and force her to write.

This is where you'll be writing your

masterpieces. When your powers allow.

I'll show you what I have in mind.

The mother:
The books will be expensive.

She always get sick when she writes.

And suddenly we're good enough for her,

since it's Us who pay the bill.

Don't get cross with me for my

small, yet necessary, modifications.

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