I can't talk about Stindberg - he makes me go incoherent and ranty and teeth-gnashy.
I got props for stopping short of calling him a misogynistic bastard in print.
I don't think I ever reclaimed the paper from the prof. I had senoritis really bad and that was my last semester of school.
The only time I have laughed at Strindberg: Strindberg + Helium
Oh, dear, that's fucking hilarious.
If I get more cats, I think I shall name them Ibsen, Strindberg and Munch.
Strindberg and Munch were rivals for the love of a woman - Munch did a number of paintings inspired by this....
It always amazes me how much classic literature I've managed to avoid. I don't think I've read a lick of Ibsen.
Uh, oh. What happened, Suzi?
(slips fluffy pillow onto Suzi's desk)
Is it my lack of Ibsen, Suzi?
I just blew my cool at work. Not a good thing. The frustration bubbled over. You know it is bad when L is patting MY back and telling me it will be ok.