Goethe! Page #4

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Remained conscious.

Three hours of death-struggle.

Then death. Time of the incident?

The time of the incident?

In the morning.

It was already light.

Eight o'clock.

Diagnosis:

Morbus melancholicus,

leading to self-murder.

Suicide.

Please write "suicide. "

Don't you know what time it is?

Don't you know what's happened?

Certainly.

This incident

caused me considerable trouble too.

May I

introduce your new colleague?

The excellent assessor

will fill the void

that the genteel Mr. Jerusalem

left in our ranks by his...

Never speak ill of the dead.

If one commits such an ungodly act,

one should expect to be spoken ill of,

don't you think?

Your very words are ungodly.

Your effeminate grief is ridiculous.

Somebody fetch a jug for the tears

of the young gentleman.

- Hold your tongue,

scoundrel!

- Please.

Please.

Such coarse language

from the mouth of an unsung poet.

Yet my bride was enthralled

by his sweet words:

"It is love

that holds the world together

at its cure. "

Isn't that beautiful?

I demand satisfaction.

Take ten steps.

You have three shots each.

Mr. Goethe,

the first shot is yours by right.

You are under arrest

for illegal dueling.

A gross breach of conduct!

You should be grateful

Kestner was prudent enough not to enter

into the duel.

We will try to schedule your trial

at the earliest possible date.

Until that time

you will be kept under arrest

here at the court.

For the feast I was thinking of hare,

with a good red wine.

Goethe sends his regards, by the way.

Excuse me?

He's sorry he couldn't

say goodbye before his departure.

So, he has departed?

It came as a surprise to me too.

Thank you, my love.

Your meal!

- I'm coming.

Here, you need to eat something.

Women grow on trees.

I have...

I have a request to make of you.

I'd like some paper.

And ink.

And thus

Johann saw before him...

And thus dear Werther saw

before him the most charming

spectacle he had ever witnessed.

He stood there

in his blue and yellow attire.

Children were running about...

she cut a dark bread...

beautiful appearance...

according to their ages...

small hands held high...

with such kindness. Each of them

was so unaffected... Is that impudence?

Or genuine emotional expression?

I don't know the man

I feared in Lotte's heart...

white dress... heart...

feelings... grand soul...

It suits you well though.

- What?

Red.

Would you care to dance?

Not interested.

- Lucky for me.

With her,

couldn't I express all those feelings

that nature instilled in my heart...

Such kindness paired with such firmness.

The soul's tranquility

when engaged in life and work.

Tasty. With thyme.

Good palate. - Distance

and future are much the same.

My heart was entirely at your side

and every breath was for you.

Giving our all...

Which moment?

- The one where you kiss me.

My heart was full...

memories of things past overcame me

and tears welled up in my eyes.

It opens and closes.

This small dial shows the minutes,

the big one the hours.

I want a watch when I grow up.

Do your best at school

and I might give you one.

Neck size 13.

That's perfect. It's a 96.

Such wonderful cloth.

- Finest batiste.

From Venice.

Albert is really

trying to make you happy.

THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER

I'll get it.

An arm length of 70.

You will look like a princess.

This came from the court.

Lotte, the tailors are waiting.

- Nut now.

"So now all desires

and all hopes have been fulfilled.

That he had been blessed

with the good fortune to die for her. "

You...

You lied to me.

It was...

It was best.

For us.

I must go to him.

Certainly.

Finally!

Why are you doing this to me?

What? - Do you really think

I could ever be happy again,

if you were to harm yourself?

But without you,

dear Werther cannot live.

Does Werther

want to stay in the countryside

and get his degree?

And provide for Lotte's entire family?

And keep working his way up

until he is president of the court?

Is that what he wants?

That is not Werther's life.

It's Albert's.

And Lotte's.

So she truly loves Albert?

Yes.

I love him.

And Werther?

He should make something of his talent

and not kill himself.

Please leave.

And still,

the two stay together forever.

Nut in truth.

But in poetry.

Yes.

Burn it.

Very well.

You may take me back now.

I'm back.

SIX MONTHS LATER

I wouldn't have thought it possible

for him to do something like this.

The whole thing is very embarrassing.

- The tendency for feelings

is a virus that has infected

young people everywhere.

Reason is on the retreat.

Old virtues are fading, Kaspar.

He's being detained here.

Johann.

It was my mistake. I overestimated you.

I treated you like a young man,

yet you are but a child.

Until you come to your senses

you will stay in Frankfurt.

There you will work in my chambers

under strict supervision.

Who crammed these crazy ideas

into your head?

An early death is a pointless life.

- Leave it, Father.

I am my own hell.

Hey, make way!

Make Way!

Where are we?

- Home.

But some people are blocking the street.

- Out of the way!

Make Way!

Excuse me, what is going on here?

- Haven't you heard?

Have you been living under a ruck?

- He can't be from here.

You assured me. I paid you

three days ago.

- Please, calm down, gentlemen!

I beg of you. Please calm down.

The day after tomorrow...

The day after tomorrow

I will get new copies.

The printer has promised me.

Maybe as soon as tomorrow.

What can I do?

I can't print them myself.

The people

seem to like your scribblings.

What is that?

And it doesn't even rhyme.

THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER

Lotte?

Sh*t!

You would've made

a wretched lawyer anyway.

That's him! It's Johann Goethe!

I know him from university. Goethe,

with an "oe"!

Thank you. Thank you.

Get your head out.

Our Goethe.

- He simply writes

the must banal of stories.

- Boy loves girl.

Girl marries another.

- Boy blows his brains out.

Here's to passion.

- To "Sturm"... -And drink!

I think he is expected. Go on!

Get out there!

That's my sun!

My sun.

Johann Goethe.

It's our story.

It would be an honor to publish it.

I have one last question.

Is this really what happened?

Is it all true?

It is more than truth.

It is poetry.

The Sorrows of Young Werther made

Werther's story sparked off a youth

movement and led to a wave of suicides.

Lotte bore Kestner many children.

She saw Johann only one more time.

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