When Nietzsche Wept Page #2
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ground for despair.
Despair?
No.
Perhaps once but not now. No.
I'm just pregnant.
Here.
My headaches are
my new book.
What book?
Zarathustral
A young prophet,
bursting with wisdom
and courage and truthfulness decides to
enlighten the people.
I teach you
the U bermensch.
Man is something
that must be overcome.
What have you done
to overcome man?
What is the ape to man?
A laughingstock, but I feel no shame.
J ust that, man shall
be to the U bermensch!
People refused to
understand those words.
The prophet, realizing
he has come too soon
returns to
his solitude.
So... like...
Zarathustra,
I come
too soon.
I must ask you
a personal question.
Physical wellbeing
is not separable
from social and
psychological wellbeing.
Is there someone
with whom you have...
You referring
to sex... Doctor?
Well...
I have found that a
flash of bestial pleasure
is followed by hours
of self-loathing, so,
such herd pleasures
are not for me.
But is there a woman in your life?
Every time I have
attempted to build
a footbridge to others,
I have been betrayed.
First, there was the
composer, Richard Wagner,
I have suffered
because of him,
and later,
my best friend...
with that... woman.
Tell me more
about that... woman.
And why?
It's connected
to your illness.
Trust me
on this.
I cannot afford
to... trust... again.
Then I believe,
Herr Professor,
that we can proceed
no further.
Have a safe
journey home, Herr Professor.
Stupid animal!
Hey, out!
Leave the horse alone!
Leave it! Leave it, I tell you!
Are you alright?
Oan we meet... again?
Friday afternoon,
same time?
Good night.
Breathe deeply, Bertha.
Did you have any dreams last night?
Yes. I dreamt you
were making love to me.
Really?
Yes.
I'm just going to
examine you, don't worry.
It's perfectly normal.
What are you
doing? No!
I want you!
You are mine!
No, Josef!
No, Josef!
How could you?!
Mathilde!
What are
you doing?!
That is horrible!
Horrible!!
Dr. Breuer! You are now a free man.
Go back, you syphilitic
whore! He's mine!
No!
He's mine!
M ine!
He is mine!
He's mine!
No!
He's mine!
"There was a time in our lives
"when we were
so close
obstruct our friendship.
"When only a footprint separated us.
"I asked you, ' Do you want to
cross the footbridge to me? '
But you did
not want to."
What do you make
of it, Siggy?
I'm not sure.
Let's reason it out. The first
man can no longer cross because
he feels he is submitting
his power to the other person.
Yes. Yes.
You're right.
He interprets any expression
of positive sentiment
as a bid
for power.
to get close to him I
It's all here.
May I see it?
And reveal
his identity?
And why not?
Perhaps if you lend
this book to Siggy
you won't hide in your
Mathilde, stop.
What am I to do
when I watch you
withdraw more and more
from me and the children?
First that woman!
Now this N ietzsche!
Friedrich N ietzsche?
To this day I regret listening to you.
The transfer of Bertha to another doctor
remains one of the
great shames of my life!
Excellent books.
Very few copies
of them sold.
Then your publisher is a fool
for not championing these
with his life's blood.
You're writing in short
and brief sentences.
It is my ambition to
say in ten sentences
what others
say in a whole book.
H m.
As to
your migraines,
cause lies in stress.
Due to upsetting events
in your work, your family,
your personal
relationships.
I've given
up teaching.
I have no home
to look after,
no wife to
quarrel with,
no children
to discipline.
I have no obligations to anyone.
I have no stress.
Your extreme isolation
is stressing itself.
Great thinkers choose
their own company, no?
U ndisturbed by
the mob.
Oonsider Thoreau,
Spinoza, Buddha.
Professor.
Stress is
our enemy.
My task is to help you
reduce stress in your life.
I propose that you
enter my Lauzon clinic
for one month of
observation and treatment.
We have new medications for migraine.
I will visit
you daily.
I'm unable to pay...
for such services.
Money doesn't
matter to me.
It will be free.
And why are you doing this?
You came to
me for help.
I offer it.
I'm a doctor.
Far too simple.
H uman motivation
is far more complex.
What is
your motive?
Why are
you here?
Because of pressure from
my friends and my headaches.
I ask again. What is your motive
if you don't request
payment for such services.
One practices
one's profession.
A cobbler cobbles.
A baker bakes.
A doctor doctors.
Why do you write?
Why philosophize?
You want nothing
from your work.
I do not claim I philosophize for you.
Whereas you, doctor,
continue to pretend
that your motive
is to serve me.
Such claims have nothing
to do with human motivation.
Now what
are your motives?
My motives?
Yes!
My motives?!
Who can answer
such a question?
I believe you
are destined
to become
a great philosopher.
My mission is to aid you
in becoming who you are.
So you as my savior
can become even greater?
I did not
say that!
Do you know
my patients
are the leading scientists
and musicians in Vienna?
Yes, and at this moment
you use their eminence
to enhance your
authority with me!
I will never
exploit your name.
I will still be used by you!
Nonsense!
Your charity, your
techniques to help me?
To manage me!
All of these with you
stronger at my expense!
This is a perfect
example of why
you cannot dissect
your own psyche!
Your vision is
blurred, Professor!
You need help!
You are about to make a mistakel
Then go
already!
You crazed
deluded creature!
Shabbat Shalom.
Oome here!
The old Bishop,
N ietzsche,
he's dying
in my hotel!
Get me
some ice!
Dear God!
Bring me
some blankets!
Herr Professor.
Professor Nietzsche.
Friedrich I
Take the pain.
Take the pain in.
You will
feel better.
Help me.
That much chlorine
is a poison
in the sleeping juice
so you could have died.
Oh, living, dying,
who cares?
I shall be in your office
tomorrow with what I owe.
Before my train
leaves for Basel.
Basel?
Yes.
Not until this crisis is over.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
You know, part of me holds some...
strange hope that by
helping this bizarre creature
overcome his
own suffering,
I might
defeat my own.
Defeat your suffering?
You're the envy of
every doctor in Vienna.
One feels
things at 40
that one cannot possibly know at 25.
I must stop him
from leaving.
There must
be a way.
Perhaps if you'd fully
disclosed yourself to N ietzsche,
you might have
engaged him.
Once you
gain his trust,
he might open up like a steamed clam.
I think I know
a way, Siggy.
I think I know a way.
Your documents and
receipts, Herr Professor.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Professor Nietzsche.
May I have a word
before you leave?
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