Friday, January 22, 2010

These Are Mean Streets

I saw this outside my apartment this morning.

































Horrifying.

1 comment:

  1. HELMER.
    Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child.

    NORA.
    Maybe. But you neither think nor talk like the man I could bind myself to. As soon as your fear was over -and it was not fear for what threatened me, but for what might happen to you--when the whole thing was past, as far as you were concerned it was exactly as if nothing at all had happened. Exactly as before, I was your little skylark, your doll, which you would in future treat with doubly gentle care, because it was so brittle and fragile.

    (the obvious Ibsen play)

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