SALA
Of all this you are aware in advance, and yet...?
JOHANNA
Yes.
SALA
And why?... Why are you going away, Johanna?
JOHANNA
Why am I going away?... I want a time to come when I must shudder at myself. Shudder as deeply as you can only when nothing has been left untried. Just as you have had to do when you looked back upon your life. Or have you not?
SALA
Oh, many times. But just in such moments of shuddering there is nothing left behind at all—everything is once more present. And the present is the past. (He sits down on the stone seat)