The Officer monologue — Plays by August Strindberg, First Series

No, it will not!--Of course, your happiness was the cause of my suffering, but--it doesn't matter--for I am graduated and have obtained a position over there--heigh-ho and alas! And in the Fall I shall be teaching school--teaching boys the same lessons I myself learned during my childhood and youth--the same lessons throughout my manhood and, finally, in my old age--the self-same lessons! What does twice two make? How many times can four be evenly divided by two?--Until I get a pension and can do nothing at all--just wait around for meals and the newspapers--until at last I am carted to the crematorium and burned to ashes--Have you nobody here who is entitled to a pension? Barring twice two makes four, it is probably the worst thing of all--to begin school all over again when one already is graduated; to ask the same questions until death comes----