MONICA DANAE RICKETTS: Nora's Monologue from A Doll's House

Isn't there one thing that strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this? We have been married now eight years. Does it not occur to you this is the first time we two, you and I, husband and wife, have had a serious conversation in all these eight years? Longer than that. From the very beginning of our acquaintance, we have never exchanged a word on a serious subject. I'm not speaking about business matters. I say that we have never sat down in earnest together to try and get to the bottom of anything. You have never understood me. I've been greatly wronged, first by Papa, and then by you. You loved me. You only thought it pleasant to be in love with me. I was simply transferred from Papa's hands into yours, and you arranged everything according to your own taste. And so I got the same taste as you, or else I pretended to. I'm not really quite sure which. I think sometimes the one, and sometimes the other. When I look back on it, it seems to me as if I've been living here like a poor woman, just from hand to mouth. I've persisted merely to perform tricks for you, Torvald. But you would have it so. You and Papa have committed a great sin against me. It is your fault that I have made nothing of my life.