Mrs. Borkman.
Oh, it would only have been the same thing over again; take my word for that.
Borkman.
[Shakes his head, and looks at her with a sententious air.] It is true that nothing new happens; but what has happened does not repeat itself either. It is the eye that transforms the action. The eye, born anew, transforms the old action. [Breaking off.] But you do not understand this.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Curtly.] No, I do not understand it.
Borkman.
Ah, that is just the curse—I have never found one single soul to understand me.
Ella Rentheim.
[Looking at him.] Never, Borkman?