The elsewhere is not a district for miserables (ePub)

Theatre

MARTINO but are you really able to feel what's in that poor creature's stomach. I don't know and I went away, and I promised I'd talk to her only until she really understood what's inside her stomach. Perhaps it is not that sentimental education that you were talking about. But if when my feet are on fire, I have to shut up like a robot, I don't understand how I can educate myself about feelings. Because with imagination I can't. If it doesn't happen with the experience of life and fuck me and who do I hurt, when does it happen? If I don't hurt anyone, why don't I have to cry, laugh, laugh out loud. Because I have to hold back what's born in my guts. If I'm not here, how can people understand who I am, when I suffer, what makes me angry. There's only one sea, we're all in this boat together. I don't understand why we act like we all have our own sea. You talked about sentimental education. I wanted to understand how you do it, without these premises. Aunt Olga had to shout and she didn't. And if she had, what would you say, that she shouldn't have done it. And back to square one. You said it well before. She didn't give you the material. And you gave it to us? We never heard you lecture us. That's the problem. Did you give it to us?