The Mortal Storm
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- 1940
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40:19When man was new
upon the earth,
he was frightened by the
dangers of the elements.
He cried out, "The gods of
the lightning are angry,
and I must kill my fellow
man to appease them!"
As man grew older,
the wind and the rain
and made harmless the
force of the lightning.
elements strong as the wind
and terrible as the lightning,
and he denied the existence
of these elements
because he dared not face them.
The tale we are about to tell
is of the mortal storm in which
Again he is crying,
"I must kill my fellow man!"
Our story asks,
how soon will man find
wisdom in his heart
against his ignorant fears?
Good morning!
Good morning. Good morning.
Good morning, good morning,
you don't have to tell
me what day this is...
the Herr Professor's birthday.
Look at all the mail, twice
as much as last year.
My goodness, yes, and
this just the beginning.
Ja. Oh, give him my best
respects, will you?
I will, Hermann, I wll.
Good morning, good morning.
It's the post, Frau Professor...
just look.
There must be 50 letters.
I'll take them, Marta.
And the packages.
More than last year.
And the telegrams have
been coming all day long.
I tell you, I'm so excited.
Are all the children
down, Marta?
All but Rudi.
Oh, that child. I'll call him.
And Hermann says to give the
Professor his best respects.
That's very kind.
I'll tell him.
Rudi? You'll be late, Dear.
Half a minute, Mother.
What was wrong with
your breakfast, Viktor?
Nothing, nothing.
I enjoyed it very much.
You haven't touched a thing.
Come here this
minute and sit down.
Well, well, well, what
do you think of that?
Would you butter me
a roll, please, Dear?
What's all this?
The mail.
What, all for me?
Uh-huh.
Oh, thank you.
You look very smart today.
It's January 30.
Do you recall anything
that happened on that date?
Well, I...
I was born!
Right.
Good heavens, I'm 60!
Many happy returns
of the day, Darling.
You love me still?
Go on and eat your breakfast.
If you hadn't stuffed me so,
my youthful figure.
You'll do.
Oh?
Good morning, boys.
Good morning, Mother.
See that your father
eats his breakfast.
I'm going to
collect his notes.
All right.
Many happy returns, Father.
Happy birthday, Father.
A volume apiece.
Well, thank you.
Oh, Neumann's new book...
just what I've been wanting.
You've written in it.
Where are my glasses?
It's nothing... just "to our
dear father, with affection."
Nothing? That's...
That's very much.
You know, you boys have
made me forget that,
unfortunately, I'm
only your stepfather.
You've been a real
father to us.
And you've been just like
my own children to me.
Well, speaking
of the angels...
Good morning, Father.
And a very happy birthday.
Many happy returns. Thank you.
They're peardrops, sir.
They're awfully good.
Oh, thank you.
Will you have one?
Don't mind if I do.
I've got to go, Father, or
I'll be late for school.
I'll walk with you as
far as the square.
Good-bye, Father.
Yes, good-bye, boys.
See you later.
No, thank you.
What's that? For me?
Don't be so impatient.
Drink your coffee.
I'll open it for you.
Do you like it?
Oh, that's wonderful!
Let me put it on you.
You look very
beautiful and brainy.
And I'm very, very
proud of you.
I'm overwhelmed.
Viktor, you'll be late, Dear.
Oh, yes.
Your notes are in
your inside pocket.
Don't forget to
take them to class.
No, I won't. Good-bye.
Good-bye.
He hasn't eaten a thing.
We must hurry.
Marta, have you the
Professor's rubbers?
Yes, I have them here.
Don't go without them, Dear.
No, no, Dear.
I won't, I won't.
Good morning, Professor.
Good morning, Professor.
Ah, good morning,
Lehman, good morning.
Good morning, Herr Professor.
It's a cold day.
Yes, yes, it's cold,
but it's sunny.
I... I find it
a very good day.
You're not rheumatic?
No, no, no, I feel pretty fit.
For 60.
Well, don't go into class
in your wet rubbers.
Uh... no, certainly not.
You did last Friday.
Yes, so you say,
Lehman, so you say.
The absent-minded professor...
a character in fiction,
my good friend.
Uh-uh-uh-uh. What?
And the other rubber?
Good morning, Rector.
Good morning, Professor.
Good morning, Professor.
Good morning, Professor.
Well... It's a fine day,
it's cold but sunny.
I'm late. I had
a little trouble
getting away from
home this morning.
It must be past 9:00.
9:
03, precisely.Well, carpe diem,
I must go to work.
It is the 30th of
January, isn't it?
January 30, yes.
I thought so.
Well...
Professor?
Yes?
What's your hurry?
Oh, no hurry.
Though I would like to get
through in good time today.
And so would I.
Well, you see, this is
rather an occasion.
It is? Well, you've picked
a fine day for it.
Yes.
Well, I'll see you later.
Silenzio! Silenzio!
Pro candidato medicinae
Fritz Marlberg.
Et--et...
Pro candidato medicinae
veterinarae Martin Breitner.
Herr Professor,
we, your students,
offer you our hearty congratulations
on your anniversary.
We appreciate the privilege of
working under your guidance
and we are proud of the honor
that your accomplishments
have won for our university
and our Fatherland.
Professor Roth,
as a mere candidatus
medicinae veterinarae...
in plain language,
horse doctor...
I, uh... I, uh...
Have not had the good fortune
of attending your classes.
I had a few notes here someplace,
seem to have gotten away from me.
Well, I... I got in on
these doings because
I have had the rare privilege
of your friendship
for the best part of my life.
And I'm proud to
offer you this...
in the name of your class.
And I... I noticed that it
says here it comes to you
with the admiration and
affection of your students.
And that goes for every man
and girl in this university.
Well, here it is, sir.
My dear young people,
my colleagues,
thank you.
I...I have
a confession to make.
I thought that my anniversary
had been forgotten,
and, uh, I was trying to persuade
myself that I didn't very much care.
But I did... I was
quite put out.
So you will understand
and how grateful for this
expression of your affection
that I reciprocate
with all my heart.
I thank you for your
beautiful gift.
It shows me, this
splendid torchbearer,
that you have understood
what I have tried to impart.
And that into your young hands
will be given the
torch of science
when it has fallen from the
hands of your masters.
I sincerely pray that you
will carry it worthily.
for your kind address,
and you, Martin Breitner, for your
very delightful presentation.
But before I lay this
flattering unction to my soul,
I must ask myself whether your
eagerness to do me homage
might not have some
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