Yaʻakobi & Leidental
Scene Twelve
[Leidental’s room. Evening. Leidental. One of his fingers is bandaged.]
Leidental:
[To himself.] At eight fifteen I felt I cannot any more with myself. I had: regulation misery, pain to top the misery, sadness to top the pain, the humiliation that I humiliated myself with them, the humiliation that I would still humiliate myself with them…
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