Goethe! Page #2

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Or orange-lilac?

You scoundrel!

You bastard-fart!

In a

quiet

midday slumber,

mother earth is resting in her lair.

The sun god

banishes

all anguish

with its golden hair. "

Who wrote that?

Nobody. It just...

popped into my head.

A pom

I once thought so.

But?

Nobody else did.

Particularly not my father.

We could make a short detour.

- To this village?

To Wahlheim.

Wait!

How do I look?

Irresistible.

What do you want?

Aren't you the Buff family?

- Maybe. We have nothing to give.

Anna, there are two beggars at the dour.

We are looking for the lady

who sang so beautifully last Sunday.

- At the church.

Lotte-Popotte, visitors!

For me?

The honorable Mr. Goethe. And Mr...?

Wilhelm Jerusalem.

You look very...

blue-yellow, Mr. Goethe.

It's the latest craze. Yes.

In Paris.

So which ones

are actually yours?

- All of them!

They're all my siblings.

Of course. - We're right

in the middle of baking bread.

As chance would have it,

he's an extraordinary baker's helper.

Careful, it's hut!

Snatched up!

- I want the biggest.

I want a piece.

Who will be first out to the yard?

Mr. Goethe, would you like some too?

- Yes, please.

Hmm, tasty. With thyme.

Good palate.

Our dear late mother

always baked it like that.

I try to make it like she did, for them

- How long

has she been...

- A year.

Good.

I lost once again.

- It seems you like losing. - I'll start.

I'll start over again.

What... 7

- That was mean!

Bona nox, you are a real ox.

Buona notte, dear Lotte!

Bonne nuit, fie, fie!

It'll be a long way home. Good night!

Hit the sack, make it crack!

Sleep safe and sound.

Twist your ass to your mouth all around!

Sing a round!

Miss Buff, with that voice

you should perform onstage.

How true!

- Father would never let her.

Just like Johann's father.

- Why?

He would have liked to become a poet.

And his father wouldn't allow it?

- Yes, and rightly so.

What did you write?

Well, poems that nobody wanted to read.

And a play

that nobody wanted to print.

- I love plays.

I read Emilia Galotti three times.

- And cried each time.

What I wouldn't do

to see that play onstage just once.

Be very still now.

Would you mind reciting something?

I would like to hear that too.

Perhaps some other time.

It is very late too.

Mr. Jerusalem,

honorable Mr. Goethe,

It was a great pleasure

to have you here.

Sleep well.

How could you possibly

have let yourself be tempted

to engage in such grave misconduct?

Even the challenge

makes one liable to prosecution.

We are not here to judge

your opponent's death,

but your tempting him

to engage in an illegal duel.

Thank you.

- I demand two years in prison.

Granted.

The verdict takes immediate effect.

Please proceed with preparations

for the next case.

Are the papers

for the Schwerdtlein case ready, Goethe?

Yes, of course.

When, if you please,

did you write this list?

Just before the hearing began.

Very fast.

Sir Scholar,

you are very fast and fired up today.

Solely your outer appearance

leaves something to be desired

Please, Mr. Counselor.

Why don't you write her first?

If I write her first, I deprive her

of the opportunity to write to me first.

But if Miss Buff thinks the same,

hence not writing you first,

so as not to deprive you

of the opportunity to write her first,

then...

- All love is lust.

Miss Buff, please wait!

Please wait! Miss Buff...

oh!

Sir?

I mistook you for someone else.

I'm sorry.

Well then, have a good day, gentlemen.

My fair young lady, may I be so daring

as to lend you my arm and companion?

I'm not a lady.

But fair!

- Yes.

Or would you rather

go home without his care?

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

If you go on like this, we'll eat off

the?our. - Yes, you're right.

Quite charming, that Mr. Goethe,

don't you think?

Plays the clavichord,

likes baking bread.

Quite entertaining for a lawyer.

I'm expecting an important letter.

- Your name would help.

Goethe, spelled with an "oe. "

- Goethe...

No, I'm sorry.

You sure?

- Quite sure.

Did a letter arrive for me?

- No. For the third time, nu!

You sure?

- I'm sure.

No.

I only wanted...

- No!

No, nu, nu.

There was no one but her

and me.

You should have seen

how she smiled at me, the entire time.

And then she suddenly had to leave.

And why?

She didn't say.

Mr. Goethe,

something did arrive for you after all.

- What did I tell you?

Thank you very much.

- My pleasure.

From my Papa

Want to know what I think?

- No.

Alright.

I have to go to town.

- What?

We don't have enough sugar.

- But there is at least

another pound...

- That will never be enough!

Is your sister home?

Which one?

Mr. Goethe?

She went to Wetzlar.

What a surprise.

What are you doing here? - I just wanted

to visit Mr. Goethe.

But he's visiting you.

Mr. Goethe!

What a coincidence.

Crazy!

- Where are you going?

I went to the market.

And you, my dear Werther?

Your dear Werther is riding around,

admiring the scenery

and just riding around.

Well?

What?

Will you recite something for me today?

Perhaps another time?

You won't get away with that today.

- It's kid's stuff, all of it.

I beg you.

- It is ridiculous scribbling

and rhyming.

You are just a coward.

Discreet.

Cautious.

Humble.

Very well, I will not breathe again

until you've recited something.

That is boldly crazy.

And absurd too, Miss Buff.

I'm impressed

and you will give up in no time, I know.

Yes, well...

Miss Buff!

What are you doing?

Alright then...

- No, please, nu!

Stop it! Alright, you win.

Quick

beat my heart:
to horse!

Haste, haste,

And lo!

'twas done with speed of light;

The evening

soon the world embraced,

And o'er the mountains

hung the night.

I saw thee,

and with tender pride

Felt thy sweet gaze pour joy on me;

While all my heart was at thy side.

And every breath I breathed

for thee.

Ridiculous.

It is truly ridiculous...

that you don't believe in yourself.

Tell me...

wouldn't this be the moment?

Which moment?

The one where you kiss me.

I am so hungry!

- Father is almost dune.

I want to eat now!

I don't want soup.

- You'll have soup!

Anna, why isn't the table set yet?

Where have you been?

- Went for a walk.

I thought you went to buy sugar.

That too.

She needs to have her diaper changed.

- So?

Your dress is ruined.

- I'll hang it up to dry.

Have you ever been in love?

- Yes.

Sh*t.

How foolish!

You are usually so reasonable.

Now of all times.

Going for a walk in the rain.

This kind of reading

obviously confuses you.

And help her with her hair.

Gorgeous lilies. Right, Charlotte?

Yes, Father.

Lilies are Lotte's favorite?owers.

I made a good choice then.

A walk, I assume, is currently

out of the question, Miss Buff.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Counselor.

- Surely at a later date. - Sure.

Sure.

I think...

the?owers need water and a vase.

For the water. - Of course.

- In the kitchen. Come!

Are you coming?

Here we are,

and I'm at a loss for words.

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