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Borkman.
I do not know him.
Mrs. Borkman.
No, that is true. You do not even know him.
Borkman.
[Harshly.] You, his mother, have taken care of that!
Mrs. Borkman.
[Looking at him with a lofty air.] Oh, you do not know what I have taken care of!
Borkman.
You?
Mrs. Borkman.
Yes, I. I alone.
Borkman.
Then tell me.
Mrs. Borkman.
I have taken care of your memory.
Borkman.
[With a short dry laugh.] My memory? Oh, indeed! It sounds almost as if I were dead already.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With emphasis.] And so you are.
Borkman.
[Slowly.] Yes, perhaps you are right. [Firing up.] But no, no! Not yet! I have been close
