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When you've been a long time not

doing it there's nothing like it.

Is it not true that you like to obey?

What do you think?

Maybe you have another opinion...

No.

Good. Then... let's start.

We cleaned your eyeglasses,

you've already eaten...

now we'll clean your shoes

and then we'll dance...

I cannot do what you are asking

me for, I just cannot dance...

Oh, that's too bad!

I never learned how, what should I say?

I'm a lost case...

It'd be a good idea to practice

at home, put your feet over...

You're a bit nervous!

You've never tried it with

anybody, why are you so nervous?

No woman?

No lover?

I'm divorced.

Well, I have a lover but

she doesn't live here.

We rarely see each other, anyway

we don't get on very well

I think you are a very difficult person.

Because no one sticks to you.

I admit I am a very impulsive person,

I'm crazy, a desperate case,

without solution completely...

What is this?

The saddest melody played by the

smallest violin player ever.

You should control your nerves

maybe your life would improve.

You know what I mean.

But now tell me what was particularly wrong this evening.

What sent you chasing round out of your wits.

Whatever you feel like telling me.

Gosh, I'm glad I'm not your mother.

Oh, Harry! Sorry, I have to

go, I have a compromise...

with who?

Oh, nothing really interesting.

With a friend.

Although, maybe... you could come with me.

Why didn't you ask me before?

Well, I'm asking to you now.

A bit too late.

That's right.

What about tomorrow?

Maybe.

...but... just a moment!...

At least tell me your name!

Oh, and now you ask?!

...you are a very strange man!...

Maybe you could guess.

Margaret? ...Molly? ...Madelaine?

Maybe next time. On tuesday... we can

have dinner at the "Old Franciscan".

Are you coming or what?!

Of course it's not a place that matches

your standards but I'd like to go there.

I wish you dream of Saint Francis.

Are you devoted to him?

No, but I'm serious about it.

I hate when all those liars...

satisfy themselves with those picture

representing the Sacred Francis.

Everywhere, I feel it is like a defamation.

In spite I disgruntle their "San Francis"

I carry mine inside my heart.

The picture I have of him...

is that of a human being, maybe not very true.

People have their own dreams and fancies I guess.

You can sleep here tonight...

if you feel you cannot go home.

You can have this also.

Nobody forces me to stay here...,

I must leave as you might understand.

That's all then.

Golden slumbers.

You excellency... will receive you now.

As a man related to Goethe and as a

correspondent to a magazine here I am.

...not as any man in particular.

Should I explain any further

or tell about other things?

What "other things"?

You...

You... young person!

Oh, Mister Goethe it's

clear your excellency...

You believe our efforts are

quite small, am I wrong?

We, the young ones, are not much

in accord with your excellency.

You've openly said little about us...

You are too solemn and too conceited

for us, not very sincere.

This should be the most

important thing to say.

What kind of words are these?,

explain more clearly please.

For instance you...

you have clearly recognized and felt the

riddle and the hopelessness of human life...

a desperation clearly

acknowledged, am I wrong?

Yet you gave up your whole life

to preaching its opposite...

giving utterance to faith and optimism...

and spreading before yourself

and others the illusion that

our spiritual strivings

mean something and endure.

You mister must feel a terrible objection against

the "Magic Flute" by Mozart, am I wrong?

How come can you assert such a thing?

The Magic Flute was

optimism and conviction.

Although Mozart never got

to your 82 years of age..

That doesn't matter. He composed

his melodies and died young.

This is not within your personal life,

this transcendental assertions...

his dignity will remain

as long as you will!

You have a musty idea about Mozart!

...he should've been a professor.

That's unfair.

We immortals do not like things

to be taken so seriously...

how come can you say this?

That has no value at all.

Don't you neglect anything in

this particular occasion?...

Yours is your solitude, your defeats, your

sadness and your loath for day to day life,

the desperation that burns inside...

...your suffering impresses me...

you think in a far too civilized fashion.

Do you dance... "Boston?"

No, of course not...

I never had the time to learn...

Seriousness is a consequence of time.

You give too much value to time.

As you can see time doesn't

exist, neither eternity.

Life is just a moment in time, its

duration has no value whatsoever.

Orquids.

Oh, Harry, you are just a fool...

Sorry, I didn't know you don't like them.

It's not that.

I think Orquids are very expensive.

Never mind...

Thank you very much but I don't want

you to bring me presents again.

Neither I want to live of your money.

Sorry I thought...

yes, what you thought is correct...

I make a living out of men, but I don't

want to do that with you, never...

Today you look like another person...

The other day I was with a man and

now I'm with another one completely.

Do you like it?

Almost... you look more

like a human being now.

But there is a lot to do yet.

Anyway, I think that's a good start.

Did you do what I ordered?

What did you order?

I'm asking if you learned

how to dance Foxtrot.

But can I learn so quickly? Just overnight?

You can learn Foxtrot in an hour...

or Boston in just two...

Tango takes a bit longer although

this one is not necessary to learn.

You'll be dancing without thinking about it.

It'll be to you...

as easy as to think, you'll see.

We'll take this one.

We could've bought this one later

after checking other shops...

Never mind, we saw this one first.

It's fun to go shopping. People

have to enjoy it greatly.

Thank you very much. Bye.

Now you know how many lies fall upon me...

But now I really must know your name.

Perhaps you can guess it.

No. Dear! ...You remain me of some one...

Somebody from my childhood,

somebody called Rosa Kreisler.

But she had dark hair.

Who was that Rosa Kreisler?

My first love. We were 14 years olds.

Although she never knew about it.

I never gathered the courage to tell her.

Not even a word?!

No.

Oh, Harry that's too sad!

Maybe she considered you a looney

I don't think she thought that of me.

Yes

I don't know if you...

yes, I think you do...

Hermann...

Hermann! ...Hermine!

See, you can see it. It

was not so difficult.

But how will I be able to win your heart?

You don't remember what you promised me!

You know everything, Hermine...

you are so different from me,

You say you should command,

this would make you very happy,

To obey all my commands...

Nevertheless you are so different from me.

Or just the opposite to me but...

you have all I lack.

Then you will obey all my commands.

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