The Son of Don Juan; An Original Drama in 3 Acts Inspired by the Reading of Ibsen's Work Entitled "Gengangere" - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1895. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Nem. This is corrosive sublimate alcoholized. Tim. It is the alcohol which has grown old. (Walks about jauntily.) I feel young still -- Ah! Juan. What's the matter? Tim. While simply moving I seem to have disjointed my whole vertebral column. The devil, the devil! Nem. (drinking calmly). Something or other will have got dislocated. Juan. Let us undeceive ourselves: we are nearing the City of Old Age. By the life of life, how short is life! (Strikes the chair with his fist. ) Ah! Tim. What ails you? Juan. A pain in the elbow -- and in this shoulder. Nem. The weather; it's damp. (Drinks) Tim. Juanito, you have never been very strong. Juan. I have not been? I have not been? I have been stronger than you all. For twenty-four hours running I have played cards: for three days running I have been shut up with Pacorro and Luis emptying bottles: and my patron Saint Juan Tenorio, from the heaven where he dwells in company with Dona Inez, will have seen how I have borne myself in amorous enterprises. You, on the other hand, have been nothing more than the braggadocios of vice. Away with such lay-figures. Tim. We don't deny that you have been a greater madcap than anybody else; but strong -- what's called a strong man -- that you have not been. Nem. You have not been that -- confess. Juan. What have I to confess? Tim. Something has happened to you which never happened to any one else. Juan. What happened to me? Tim. In order to get your spine straightened you had to be put in a casing of paste, and they used to hang you up by the neck twice a day. Juan. But that was because we were playing at single stick in the Plaza de Toros, and they broke two of my ribs; that might happen to anybody. Tim. No, no: you were not like us. Do you remember, Nemesio? "Where is Juanito?" "In be...