The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser Page #3

He couldn't be in there.

I want to fly like a rider...

...midst the bloody tussle of war!

What a fine, what a

beautiful report this will make!

I shall write a report the

likes of which has never been seen!

Kaspar, what's wrong?

Are you feeling well?

It feels strong in my heart.

The music feels strong in my heart.

I feel so unexpectedly old.

You've been such a

short time in the world, Kaspar.

Why is everything so hard for me?

Why can't I play

the piano like I can breathe?

In the two short years

you have been here with me...

...you have learned so much!

The people here want to

help you make up for lost time.

The people are

like wolves to me!

No, you mustn't say that.

Look at Florian, he lives here too.

He lost his family in a fire,

he is blind, but does he complain?

No, he plays the piano the

whole day long...

...even though his music

sounds a little strange.

Oh, how it is!

A very big man must have built it.

I would like to meet him.

A man doesn't have to be

as tall as the tower he builds.

He can use a scaffold!

I'll take you to see a new building.

You lived in this tower,

where that little window is.

That cannot be!

Because the room is

only a few steps big.

I don't understand.

Wherever I look in the room...

...to the right, to the left...

...frontwards and backwards -

there's only room.

But when I look on the tower...

At the tower!

...and I turn around,

the tower is gone!

So, the room

is bigger than the tower!

No, Kaspar, that's not right.

Think about it a little more.

I still don't understand.

How do you mean that?

Yes, let's ask him. It's important.

Another cup of coffee, Pastor.

Yes, please, it's excellent!

Another cup of coffee?

Yes, please.

You're not going to torture

him much longer, are you?

I wouldn't call it torture!

- I'll leave the pot here.

- Thanks.

Kaspar, what we really want to know is..

...whether a Higher Being didn't

occupy your thoughts in prison.

I don't understand the question.

In my prison

I didn't think of anything...

...and I cannot imagine...

...that God created

everything out of nothing...

...like you say!

If he doesn't understand God,

then he'll simply have to have faith!

You must have faith! The tenets

of faith transcend mortal doubt.

First I have to learn to read

and write better to understand.

No, Kaspar, the articles

of faith are more important...

And do stop pressing your

thumb and finger when you speak!

And now, my son,

please repeat this prayer after me.

Repeat after me!

For the peace of God

is higher than all mortal coils...

Keep our hearts in the

name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Please, repeat.

Say it!

Look, these are last years apples.

Big and red, aren't they?

And those apples on the tree

will look just the same soon.

How do they do that?

Time does it, Kaspar.

And the Lord's plan!

Let the apples lie,

they're tired and want to sleep.

Kaspar, an apple can't be tired.

Apples don't have lives

of their own - they follow our will.

I'm going to roll one down the path,

it'll stop where I want it to.

The apple didn't stop,

it hid in the grass!

May I have your help in

demonstrating it to him Mr. Fuhrmann?

Come here, Kaspar, watch!

Stand here where you can see.

Now, Mr. Fuhrmann

is going to put out his foot...

...and when I roll the apple, it will

stop right where we want it to.

Smart apple! It jumped

over his foot and ran away!

Smart apple!

What are women good for?

Can you tell me that, Katy?

Women are not good for

anything but sitting still!

But Kaspar...

Why are women

allowed only to knit and cook?

You'll have to ask

Mr. Daumer that, Kaspar.

He'll know a decent answer for you.

I already asked Mr. Daumer.

Yes, Mr. Daumer is an educated man.

I will never learn as much as him.

He told me about

the Sahara Desert...

...and I can't get it out of my head!

Katy, have you been

to the Sahara Desert?

I'm just a housekeeper,

I don't go journeying so much.

I was in Erlangen once, but it's

a long way from there to the desert!

I know a story about the desert,

but only the beginning.

Yes, Mr. Daumer told me about it.

He said you couldn't get

past the beginning of your story...

...and that you should wait to

tell it until you know the end...

...and not just the beginning.

Yes, he takes it seriously, that you

should learn to tell a story right.

If I...can ask...

...Mister Daumer...

...to read...

...this letter...

...at his pleasure.

A few days ago

I took some cress seeds...

...and sowed my name with them.

And it came up right pretty.

And it made me so

happy that I can hardly say.

And yesterday, when I

came back from boating...

..somebody had come into the garden..

...and stepped on my name.

I cried for a long time.

I am going to sow the name again.

It dreamed to me...

You had a dream? Tell it to me!

Yes, it dreamed to me.

You're really coming along, Kaspar.

You used to think

all your dreams were real.

Just a fortnight ago, you

said you saw the mayor's wife...

...even though everybody

knows she'd gone on a journey.

Strange that you didn't dream

once during your years in prison!

I dreamed of the Caucasus.

It just can't be true

when you say...

...that your bed is the only place

in the world you're really happy in.

Don't you like the garden?

The gooseberry bushes?

Or the onions over there?

All so green?

Well, it seems to me...

...that my coming into this world...

...was a terribly hard fall!

But Kaspar! That...

No, that's not...

How should I explain it to you?

The Professor here has come

all this way to ask you a question.

He wants to see

how well you can think...

...and what you have learned

in these two years...

...and whether you can think

logically. Will you answer him?

- Yes!

- Good.

Kaspar...

...let's pretend that this is a village.

In this village live

people who tell only the truth.

Here is another village.

The people here only tell lies.

Two paths run from these

villages to where you are standing...

...and you are at the crossroads.

A man comes along, and you want to

know which village he comes from...

...the village of the truthtellers

or the village of the liars.

Now in order to solve this

problem, to solve it logically...

...you have one question, and only one.

What is the question?

That's too difficult for him,

how can he know that.

I admit, the question is thorny.

If you ask the man whether he

comes from the village of truth...

...and he does,

then he will say, truthfully, yes.

But if he comes from the

village of lies, he will lie...

...and also answer yes!

Yet there exists one question

which will solve the problem.

That's much to hard, too complicated.

You have one question, Kaspar...

...and only one,

to solve this problem of logic.

I wouldn't know either.

If you can't think of the question...

...then I shall tell you.

If you came from the other village...

...would you answer 'no' if

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