Borkman.
They may acquit one in one’s own eyes.
Mrs. Borkman.
[With a gesture of repulsion.] Oh, let all that alone! I have thought over that black business of yours enough and to spare.
Borkman.
I too. During those five endless years in my cell—and elsewhere—I had time to think it over. And during the eight years up there in the gallery I have had still more ample time. I have re-tried the whole case—by myself. Time after time I have re-tried it. I have been my own accuser, my own defender, and my own judge. I have been more impartial than any one else could be—that I venture to say. I have paced up and down the gallery there, turning every one of my actions upside down and inside out. I have examined them from all sides as unsparingly, as pitilessly, as any lawyer of them all. And the final judgment I have always come to is this: the one person I have sinned against is—myself.
Mrs. Borkman.
And what about me? What about your son?
Borkman.
You and he are included in what I mean when I say myself.