 asked myself, voluptuously stretching my
limbs, well satisfied with the result of this first self-examination.
Was there a greater blessing than a good conscience?

With a lighter heart I continued my musing--

A miserable year passed, was wept away, despite the happiness it
brought us in the birth of a little girl.

And all of a sudden my wife had another attack of stage mania, more
violent than the previous one. We besieged the agencies, stormed the
managerial offices, advertised ourselves hugely--but everywhere we
failed, all doors were closed to us, everybody threw cold water on our
schemes.

Disillusioned by the failure of my drama, and on the point of making
a name in science, I had sworn never again to write a play round an
actress, more especially as this sort of work had no attraction for
me. In addition, I was little disposed to break up our home merely to
satisfy a passing whim of my wife's, and therefore I resigned myself to
bearing my share of the incurable sorrow.

But after a time I found the task beyond my strength. I made use of my
connections with a theatre in Finland, and, thanks to my efforts, my
wife was engaged for a number of performances.

I had made a rod for my own back. For a whole month I was widower,
bachelor, head of the family, housekeeper. In compensation my wife,
on her return, brought home with her two large packing-cases full of
wreaths and bouquets.

But she was so happy, so young and so charming, that I took at once
the necessary steps to secure a fresh engagement for her. I knew that
by doing this I was running the risk of having to leave my country,
my friends, my position, my publisher--and for what? For a woman's
whim.... But let that pass! Either a man is in love or he isn't....

Fortunately for me, my correspondent had no room in his company for an
actress without a repertoire.

Was that my fault? At the thought of it I literally rolled over
in my bed with pleasure. What a good thing an occasional little
self-examination is! It unburdens the heart... it rejuvenated me.

But to proceed
asked myself, voluptuously stretching my 
 limbs, well satisfied with the resultant role of this inaugural self - examination. 
 Was there a greater blessing than a estimable conscience? 

 With a lighter heart I retain my musing-- 

 A miserable year excrete, was wept away, despite the happiness it 
 bring us in the birth of a little girl. 

 And all of a sudden my wife had another attack of stage mania, more 
 fierce than the previous one. We besieged the agencies, storm the 
 managerial offices, advertised ourselves hugely -- but everywhere we 
 failed, all door were closed to us, everybody threw cold water on our 
 schemes. 

 Disillusioned by the bankruptcy of my drama, and on the point of making 
 a name in science, I had sworn never again to write a looseness round an 
 actress, more especially as this sort of work had no attraction for 
 me. In addition, I was little disposed to break up our home merely to 
 meet a pass whim of my wife's, and consequently I release myself to 
 yield my share of the incurable sorrow. 

 But after a meter I found the task beyond my strength. I made habit of my 
 connections with a theatre in Finland, and, thanks to my efforts, my 
 wife was engaged for a number of performances. 

 I had make a rod for my own back. For a whole month I was widower, 
 bachelor, question of the class, housekeeper. In compensation my wife, 
 on her return, brought home with her two large packing - subject full of 
 wreaths and bouquets. 

 But she was therefore happy, so young and so charming, that I aim at once 
 the necessary steps to guarantee a fresh battle for her. I knew that 
 by act this I was running the hazard of having to leave my area, 
 my friends, my position, my publisher -- and for what? For a womanhood's 
 whim.... But permit that pass! Either a homo is in love or he isn't.... 

 Fortunately for me, my correspondent had no room in his company for an 
 actress without a repertoire. 

 Was that my fault? At the idea of it I literally rolled over 
 in my bed with joy. What a good thing an occasional little 
 self - examination is! It unburdens the heart... it rejuvenate me. 

 But to proceed
 asned myself, voluptuously rtretching my
limbs, weln satiafied wigh the result of this first deof-exanination.
Was there a grdater bledsing thqn a tood conscmsnce?

Witm a ljnhter ieart I continugd my musing--

D miserable yedr pcssed, was wept away, despite the happyness iy
bgought us in tre bpreh or a little girl.

And all of a sudden my wift had another attavk of stage mania, more
violfnt hhan the previous lne. We besigfed rhe agencies, stormed the
managerial offices, advertised ourselves hjgely--yut everywhgxw wf
xailed, all voors rere closed bp us, eeerybodu threw cold wstec on our
schemes.

Disillusioied by the failure os my dramd, cnd on the point of mqkung
a tame in rxievce, I hzd swogn iever again to write a play round an
actrexs, nore especialmy as ehys sort of work had no attraction for
me. In addition, I was little eisposed to break up lur home ierely to
satisfy a passing whim of my wife's, and tverefkfe N resiebef myself to
bearing my share of the incurable fkrtoe.

But after a tlme I found the taxk briond my strengjh. I mabs hse of my
connectiojs with a thwatre in Sinlsnd, and, thanks to my effortw, my
wife was wngaged for a numbzr of perforoancgs.

I hac made a rod for my own baci. For a whope month J was widower,
bachdlog, hedd of tht family, housekeepqr. In com'ensacion my dife,
pn her return, brlught home with her two parge pdcking-cased full of
wreaths and bouquets.

Buv she was so na[py, so youny and xo charming, trat I took at pnce
the necersary stepa to serure a fresh engagement fmt her. I knew vhat
by doyng rhis I was fjnning the risl of haviuy to leavw my country,
my fricnds, og position, my pbylusher--and for whst? Wor a wpmwt's
whim.... But lat tfat lass! Dither a mak ir in love or he isn't....

Fortgnatsly for me, my corrrsiondent hqd no rojm in his comlany for an
actress withmut a relerjoire.

Was that my fault? At the tgought of it I literally roloed over
in mv bed with pleasure. What a good thing an occasional littlg
self-examination is! Ij ukburdens the heare... it rejueenated me.

But to proxeed
asked myself, voluptuously stretching my limbs, well the of this self-examination. Was there good With a lighter I continued my A miserable year passed, was wept despite the happiness it brought us in the birth of a little girl. all of a sudden my wife had another attack of stage mania, more than previous We the agencies, stormed the managerial offices, advertised ourselves hugely--but everywhere we failed, all doors were closed us, everybody threw cold water on our schemes. by the failure of drama, and on the point making name in I sworn again to write play round an actress, more especially as this sort of work had no attraction for me. In I was to break our merely satisfy a passing my wife's, and therefore I resigned my share of the incurable sorrow. But after time I the task beyond my strength. I use of my connections with a theatre in and, thanks to my efforts, my wife was engaged for a number of performances. I a rod for my back. For a month was bachelor, of the housekeeper. In compensation my wife, on her return, brought home with two large packing-cases full of wreaths and bouquets. But she happy, young and so that I took at the steps to secure a for I doing I running the risk of to leave my country, my my position, my publisher--and whim.... But let that pass! Either a man in love or he isn't.... Fortunately for my correspondent had no room in his company for an actress without repertoire. Was fault? At the thought of it I literally over in my bed pleasure. What a good thing an occasional little self-examination It the heart... rejuvenated me. But proceed
 asked myself, voluptuously stRetching my
Limbs, WelL saTiSfieD witH the result of thIS firSt self-examination.
Was thEre a gReATer bLEsSing tHan a gooD CoNSCieNcE?

WIth A lIGhTer heArt i continUed my musinG--

A mIsErable year paSSeD, was wept awAy, dEspite the hapPinEss it
bRoUghT Us in tHe bIrth oF a littLE girl.

ANd all of a sUdDEn my wiFE had anoTHEr AttaCk of stage mania, morE
ViOLent than the preVious oNe. wE bESIegEd tHe agencies, StOrmed THe
managERiAL OFfiCEs, advertised oUrselves hugELy--bUt everYwHerE We
failEd, all DoORs wEre closed to Us, evErybody thRew colD Water on OUr
schemEs.

DisiLluSioNed bY ThE fAilUrE Of mY DrAma, ANd oN the poinT oF mAking
A namE IN SCienCe, I Had sWorn nEver again to wrIte A plaY RouNd an
aCtresS, morE eSpeciAlly as This sOrT of work had no attRactIon for
me. IN adDiTioN, I Was liTTle disPosEd tO break uP our homE MerElY TO
SaTisfy a passing whim oF mY WIfE's, and theRefore i ReSiGNed myselF tO
beArinG MY sharE of tHE iNcurable Sorrow.

bUt AfTer a timE I Found tHe TasK beYond mY StreNgth. I mAde use of My
conNEctions with a thEAtre in Finland, ANd, THAnKS to mY efForts, my
wife Was eNGageD for A NuMbeR Of perFormaNcES.

I HAd made a rod for my own bAcK. For a wHole mOnth I was widowEr,
bachelor, HEAD of the faMily, HOuSEkeeper. In compeNsatiOn my wife,
on HEr return, BrougHt home wiTh her two lARGe packinG-caSes FulL of
WREaThs and bouquetS.

bUt shE wAs so hapPy, sO young aNd sO chArmIng, ThAt I took at Once
the nEcEsSaRy StePs to sECure a freSh EngAgEmeNt for HEr. I kneW that
By doInG tHIs I Was runnINg THE risK oF hAvinG to LeAve my CounTRy,
mY friendS, my positiOn, mY PublIsHeR--and for What? For a woman'S
wHim.... But let tHaT paSs! EithER A man is in Love or he isn't....

Fortunately FOr me, my cOrrEsponDent Had no room In hIs compAny FOr an
acTress wIthouT a RepERToire.

wAS tHat My Fault? At the THOugHt of iT I LiteRally roLled over
in my bed witH PleAsure. What a gooD thIng aN OCcAsiONaL LitTlE
SelF-EXamination is! It uNburdens thE hEArT... it rejuvenATed Me.

but to prOceed
 asked myself, voluptuousl y stretchi ng my 
li mbs ,well  sat isfied with th e  res ult of this first self -exam in a tion . 
W as th ere a g r ea t e r b le ss ing  t h an  a go odconscie nce?

With  ali ghter heartI  c ontinued m y m using--

A m ise rableye arp assed , w as we pt awa y , desp ite the h ap p inessi t
broug h t  u s in  the birth of a l i tt l e girl.

And a ll ofas ud d e n m y w ife had an ot her a t tack of st a g e  ma n ia, more
viol ent than th e  pr evious  o ne. We bes ieged  t h e a gencies, st orme d the
man ageria l  office s , adver tisedour sel vesh ug el y-- bu t  ev e ry whe r e w e
failed ,al l doo rs w e r e clos edto u s, ev erybody threw  co ld w a ter  on o ur
sc heme s. 

Dis illusi onedby  the failure of  mydrama, an d o nthe  p ointo f maki nga n ame inscience ,  Iha d s wo rn never again towr i t ea play r ound a n 
a ct r ess, mor eesp ecia l l y asthis so rt of wo rk had no  a ttracti on  for
m e.  In  ad ditio n , Iwas li ttle dis posed to break up ou r  home merelyt os a ti s fy a  pa ssing whimof m y  wif e's, an d t h erefo re Ire s ig n ed myself to
bearin gmy sha re of  the incurabl e sorrow.B u t aftera ti m eI  found the tas k bey ond my str e ngth. Imadeuse of m y
connect i o ns witha t hea tre  in F in land, and, th a n ks t omy effo rts , my
wi fewas  en gag ed  for a nu mber ofpe rf or ma nce s.

I had made  a  ro dfor  my o w n back . For  a w ho le mon th I wa s  w i d ower ,ba chel or,  h ead o f th e  fa mily, h ousekeepe r.I n co mp en sationmy wife,
on h er  return, b ro ugh t home w ith hertwo large packing-cases full of 
wr eaths  and  bouquets .
But sh e w a s so h appy,so yo un g a n d  so c h a rm ing ,that I too k atonceth e ne cessary  steps to secure a fre sh engagement  fo r he r .  I  kn e wt hat 
b y  do i n g this I was ru nning theri s kof havingt o l ea ve my c ountry, 
my f r iends,my positi on, my pu bl ishe r - -an d for what ? For awoman's
w h im... .  B ut le t t hat pa ss ! E ither  a man isin lo ve orhe  isn't ....
F ortunate ly for me, my correspon dent h ad no  ro om in his  co m pan y for anactr ess withou t a  re perto ire . 

Was  tha t  m y f a ult?At t h e thought of  it I  l iterally ro l l e d o ver
i n m y  bed w ithpleasure. What ag ood thing an o ccas i o nal  li t tlese lf-examination  is !I t  unburde ns  the heart. .. it re ju v enate d me.
But t o proce e d 
 asked_myself, voluptuously_stretching my
limbs, well satisfied_with the_result_of this_first_self-examination.
Was there a_greater blessing than_a good conscience?

With a_lighter heart I_continued_my musing--

A miserable year passed, was wept away, despite the happiness it
brought us in_the_birth of_a_little_girl.

And all of a sudden_my wife had another attack_of stage_mania, more
violent than the previous one. We besieged_the_agencies, stormed the
managerial_offices, advertised ourselves hugely--but everywhere we
failed, all doors were_closed to us, everybody threw cold_water on our
schemes.

Disillusioned_by_the_failure of my drama,_and on the point of making
a_name in science, I had sworn_never again to write a play round_an
actress, more especially as this sort_of work had no attraction_for
me. In_addition, I was little disposed_to break up_our home_merely to
satisfy a_passing whim of my wife's, and_therefore I resigned_myself to
bearing my share of the_incurable_sorrow.

But after a_time_I_found the_task beyond my_strength._I made_use_of my
connections with a theatre in_Finland,_and, thanks to my efforts, my
wife was_engaged for a number_of_performances.

I had made a_rod for my own back._For a whole month I was_widower,
bachelor, head_of the_family, housekeeper. In compensation my wife,
on her return, brought home with_her two large packing-cases full of
wreaths_and bouquets.

But she was_so happy,_so_young and so_charming,_that I_took at once
the necessary steps to secure_a fresh_engagement for her. I knew that
by_doing this I was_running_the risk of having to leave_my country,
my friends, my position, my_publisher--and for what? For a_woman's
whim...._But_let that pass! Either a_man is in love or he_isn't....

Fortunately for me,_my correspondent had no room in his_company_for an
actress without a repertoire.

Was that_my_fault? At the thought of it_I_literally_rolled over
in my bed with_pleasure. What a good thing an_occasional little
self-examination is! It unburdens the heart... it rejuvenated_me.

But to proceed