He is so good, and yet he torments me to death. And how he suffers, how he suffers! The mere sight of me brings furrows to his forehead... (suddenly) Yes, you are right; I need to free myself from him.
Just to think about it, my little play 'Den stærkere' will be in the next edition of 'Samtiden'. Do you keep that journal?
My wife has written three little plays, quite perfect in their genre. I do not here speak as a husband, but solely as an artist.
[...] But these cardinal dramatical inadequacies in Mrs. Przybyszewska's works do not disturb the strong poetical impression she has made on me with her qualities. It is especially the sultry, strongly perfumed, nervequivering fume in which the trio is set that grips me. [...] The erotic passion which overturns inwards with demonic catastrophes' horribleness, [...] one in it's core quite poor and untrue psychology [is the same] as that in the people in Stanislaw Przybyszewski's works live and die after.[...]
Dagny Juel Przybyszewska is both more pessimistic and more revolutionary than her predecessors. She is the only female playwright of her time who is definitely renounces the myth of innocence. She openly joins the love myth, but modernizes it with a stroke of her pen when she swaps the spiritual love for women's desire.