Your Smiling Face…Is that Henrick Ibsen lurking in the background of this carte-de-visite photograph? Did he set up this scene in Silkeborg, Denmark? If he did, I’m sure the dialogue would go something like this:
Helga: I told you not to loosen your head, and I was serious.
Head: You mean now, in the middle of winter?
Helga: That’s right, and why are you smiling? It’s dark and cold every day.
Head: I wanted to be free, to escape this life of endless boredom.
Helga: You must have lost your mind, and the doctor can confirm it when he gets here.
Head: You always told me I have to face myself, and now I have no choice.
What dialogue do you imagine this lovely lady is having with herself?