LULU.

 ALVA. I've had a succès d'estime in literary circles with a play I wrote about you. 

ALVA.

 LULU. Who's your sweetheart now? 

LULU.

 ALVA. An actress I've rented a house for in Karl Street. 

ALVA.

 LULU. Does she love you? 

LULU.

 ALVA. How should I know that? I haven't seen the woman for six weeks. 

ALVA.

 LULU. Can you stand that? 

LULU.

 ALVA. You will never understand that. With me there's the closest alternation between my sensuality and mental creativeness. So towards you, for example, I have only the choice of regarding you artistically or of loving you. 

ALVA.

 LULU. (In a fairy-story tone.) I used to dream every other night that I'd fallen into the hands of a sadic.... Come, give me a kiss! 

LULU.

 ALVA. It's shining in your eyes like the water in a deep well one has just thrown a stone into. 

ALVA.

 LULU. Come! 

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