These Ibsen creatures are'neither men nor women, they areghouls', vile,
unlovable, morbid monsters, and it were well indeed for
society if all such went and drowned themselves at once.
Anonymous In The Gentlewoman. Review of Henrik Ibsen's Rosmersholm.
Where do you get your taste in authorsThat damned library of yours!
(He indicates the small bookcase at rear.) Voltaire,
Rousseau, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Ibsen! Atheists,
fools, and madmen! And your poets! This Dowson, and
this Baudelaire, and Swinburne and O'Neill Oscar Wilde, and
Whitman and Poe! Whoremongers and degenerates!
Pah! When I've three good sets of Shakespeare there
(he nods at the large bookcase) you could read. Eugene Gladstone O'Neill ^41 Tyrone. Long Day's Journey Into Night, act 4 (published