Henrik Ibsen

There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt

Is it my little squirrel bustling about?

Nora! (Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear.)

me as he is now; when my dancing and dressing-up and reciting have palled on him; then it may be a good thing to

and earning money. It was like being a man.

Mrs. Linde. How much have

to be able to keep the house beautifully and have everything just as Torvald likes it

But don't let us think of business; it is so tiresome

What do I care about tiresome Society? I am laughing at something quite different

I only feel my life unspeakably empty. No one to live for any more. (Gets up restlessly.)

Oh, if it is a wife who has any head for business—a wife who has the wit to be a little bit clever—