Steppenwolf Page #6

Help me to leave this gear in place.

We will give a reception

to them when they show up.

Once I was a militant opponent to war.

Where does this desire for killing come from?

It is completely incomprehensible.

Not completely! ...lt is pure childishness.

All that war is really about!

Childishness in a monumental scale.

Yes indeed... you are right, nothing is really a

feat, otherwise, valuable ideals would emerge!

This is a thing of either

Americans or Bolshevists!

Both are extremely rationalistic.

They simplify life and end

up violating it terribly.

You are very intelligent, Harry... and maybe

you are right, just like a little book.

But cars are too strong and resistant.

We cannot kill them with philosophy.

Then get yourself free

from men and their ideas!

Bravo! Hurray, hurray. Hurray!

Can I ask... who's honouring us

with his fortunate presence?

I'm Attorney-General Loering.

Why did you shoot at us?

For exceeding the speed limit.

We were not traveling at

more than normal speed.

What was normal yesterday

is no longer normal today,

We are of the opinion that the speed...

of the car you were travelling

with was much too fast.

We will destroy all cars,

everything, all the machines.

Please get off, your car

is about to be destroyed.

I prefer to be destroyed

with it rather than be...

like you want to be.

It will be always incomprehensible

for me as a human being.

You basically make a living out of

accusing and condemning poor devils,

to condemn, to kill.

I do my duty, something which

is obviously unknown to you.

What duty were you called for here?!

Since the day I was born I was

condemned to live as a soldier.

Obliged to belong to a state, to

kill, to pay taxes for armament.

Even as a second choice I

wouldn't be able to abandon.

You bore me. Be so kind as

to do your work, please.

My dear, do you know how to use fire arms?

You can teach me.

I imagined this would

satisfy your appetite.

Do you have a band-aid for my finger?...

It is bleeding a lot...

In what should we transform ourselves now?!

Any idea?

My friend Harry is acquainted

with happy beautiful girls,

he will take care of you, let's go.

If you had bananas and cucumbers for

this occasion I could make something.

Meanwhile...

As many doors as desires you have, and behind every door

something is waiting for you, the one you are looking for.

You were living your tiresome life, you

make an effort to be here, nothing is real!

You were yearning for this world, this time

frame, for yourself, to leave reality...

Fall of the Western world.

Lowered prices never matched!

And now you will see a more appropriate

reality breaking in, a world beyond time.

Delightful suicide. You will

laugh yourself to bits.

Do you wish to be spiritual? To be a

connoisseur of everything Oriental?

Kamasutra.

- Lessons in the amatory art from hindus.

Love for eyes and concatenation of heart,

Evaporation of modesty:

As many doors as desires you have. An eye

of love, an ear of love, a tongue of love,

A stallion of love, a cat of love, an

elephant of love, a pigeon of love,

a cock of love, a nightingale of love,

a rainbow of love, a sun of love, an

orange of love, a pomegranate of love...

Pablo?...

Who are you?

I'm not any one.

I'm just a chess player.

Do you wish a lesson...

on deconstruction of your personality?

Yes please.

- Put some of your pieces at my disposition.

My pieces...?

The pieces into which you saw your so-called

personality broken up. Without them I cannot play.

Which one of them is you?...

Error. You are all of them.

To divide the personality of a person in

many parts is madness, that's schizophrenia.

People have to live with this...

Behold!

It's a game, you say...

Life. The art of living.

We will show you that in the future you can

build yourself a game at your own will,

a game which will no longer turn into pieces arbitrarily any time.

Order them and reform it all again...

you'll have an infinite variety

for yourself to play with...

Harry?

Is this a desire from heaven above...

to see you again?

You look so nice... in

spite these wounds... yes.

My dear Harry! I have always wondered

if I could have become your wife...

all these years...

You didn't give me anything, Rosa.

The last time we saw each other...

that day, you... felt the same for me...

That's true... I admit, I was in a hurry!

But I was terribly afraid...

I was only 15 years old.

My heart beats this way inside me...

really?...

I cry with its sound...

I was oblivious... It never

happened that way...

but you didn't know that I was...

I could have killed myself. Believe me, Rosa...

believe me, sometimes it burns me...

...there was a terrible fire inside me...

I was under command of ruining forces...

I decided to go, it was better for you.

All girls are yours.

I always dreamed I would

become your baby...

I offer you my breasts to kiss them,

Drink a cup of desire.

I would have satiated your

hunger for sex, but you...

you just sat beside me for nearly quarter of

an hour beside the window of a express train,

I will teach you to dream without fear,

with love and mortal acts.

I was expecting you to

be different from them.

Hermine!...

Hermine!

Then... have a great

pleasure in your reverie.

Don't do anything, all you got

to do is to remain quiet.

Hermine!

But I need from you.

I need you to do for me something

beautiful and important.

This will be my last desire.

To kill me.

Mozart...!

It goes all right without the saxophone...

though I shouldn't wish to tread on

the toes of that famous instrument.

Where are we?

We are in the last act of Don Giovanni.

Leporello is on his knees.

A superb scene, and, well,

the music is fine too...

There is a lot in it, certainly, you can hear

the other world in it - the laughter, eh?

From now on, the laughter...

- The efficiency, the strength...

That became the greatest

ultimate music ever.

Don't over strain yourself, you are

a musician yourself, I perceive.

Now I've given up to the trade...

and retired to take my ease...

it is only for amusement that I look

on at the business now and then.

Look, there's Brahms.

He is striving for redemption, but...

it will take him all his time.

And Wagner...

- Excessive instrumentation was the fault of their time.

Anyway thick orchestration was in any case

neither Wagner's nor Brahms's personal failing.

- It was nobody's fault.

- Certainly it wasn't whatsoever.

Neither was Adam's fault to eat from the

apple and carry the weight of eternal sin.

Nevertheless, that's terrible.

Certainly, life is always terrible.

But we can do nothing about it...

However we are responsible

of blaming people.

You must have received a very

special religious education,

not to know about such things.

Therefore should I feel a kind of

responsibility for all the books I've written?

Your books are dispensable,

You are not dispensable!

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