When Nietzsche Wept Page #4
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And he starts looking
into this castle.
recollecting these miracles.
How his little
crippled Bertha
moves her legs.
Her lips.
And her arms.
And her breasts.
And his mind
which was filled with
the noblest of ideas
becomes clogged
now with trash.
And that is how
he is today.
He's just rummaging
through the rubbish.
Of Bertha.
As if it contained the
answer to his prayers.
Well, what do you think of this man?
Josef, open
your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Talk to me,
Josef.
This is
my way.
Where is yours?
He asked you to lie
on the couch? Why?
He said it was the best
way for recalling memories.
I nteresting.
He is honoring
his contract,
but offers
no support.
My confessions have failed to produce
even the slightest admission
of his own obsession.
Is your frustration rooted
in your competition with him?
Not at all.
I'm a physician,
Siggy.
I do not meet with my
patient for my pleasure.
But Josef, I've read his books.
He has more penetrating
knowledge of mankind
than any other person. I
think, he may be, perhaps
the greatest psychologist
who has ever lived.
You can best help him
by letting him help you.
Josef?
Josef? It's
after midnight.
Are you coming
to bed?
Soon.
Dr. Breuerl Dr. Breuerl
Dr. Breuerl
Where is
my wife?
Your wife...
is in the housel
Mathilde!
Mathildel
You'll always be
the only man in my life.
Always.
You'll never
regret it, Josef. Never.
You will never regret it, Josef. Never.
I feel healthy.
I wish to waste none
of our precious time
on these physical
exams, hm?
U h, before
we begin,
the last time we met
you called me "Josef."
I like that. Should we use first names?
Friedrich or...?
Fritz.
Friedrich.
My best friend at school
was called Friedrich.
He used to call me the
lad of infinite promise.
What happened
to the lad?
He became
a successful doctor.
And respected.
And rich.
Then you have
fulfilled your goals.
You are satisfied?
I have fulfilled
my goals, yes.
Am I satisfied?
No.
How did you
choose your goals?
No, don't... don't think.
J ust chimney-sweep.
H m.
Goals are
part of my culture.
They're in the air. You breathe them in.
Like every
young Jewish boy,
of the ghetto to succeed.
My father was the great
teacher of my life.
No, Papa.
No, Josef. I won't encourage bad habits.
But I never
chose goals.
They were
just there, like...
like an accident.
And yet not to take
possession of your goals
is just that, let your
life be an accident.
What is
wrong, Josef?
I've had a sudden and painful
understanding of the obvious.
Time is irreversible.
The sands of my life
are running out,
I'm in lockstep with all people
marching towards my death.
So you see clear
vision as a wound.
Knowing that as
my death approaches,
I'm impotent and
insignificant, yes.
That does not mean that
existence has no purpose.
On the contrary. As death creeps closer,
the value
of life increases.
You must learn
to say "Yes," Josef.
But say "yes" to every minute of life.
Be passionate. Be a
free thinking spirit.
Rise above
your limitations.
Be the U bermensch.
H m? Please.
Please, Fraulein. Will you take a seat?
The Russian
is here.
Let her wait.
Good afternoon, Frau
Pettik. Please take a seat.
Herr Schubert,
hello.
Take a seat. The doctor
will be with you shortly.
Please, understand.
I'm very sorry.
Please, the doctor
will see you.
Frau Pettik, the doctor can see you now.
What a pleasure.
I had forgotten.
Then look more carefully this time.
I'm distressed at having
The price of success, Dr. Breuer.
You like to
live dangerously.
Tell me, why
didn't you write
so that I could arrange
a proper time for you?
I am concerned
about our patient.
Our patient?
Have you graduated
from medical school
since our
last meeting?
You must read these
letters N ietzsche sent me.
He writes
as if to punish me.
"You are a woman without
sensitivity or spirit,
incapable of love, a preditor
clothed as a house cat."
Why does he regard me as such a monster?
I deserve to know the
outcome of my efforts.
The outcome
of your experiment.
It's been lovely
to see you,
but I must return to my work.
Where is he?
I cannot tell you.
Or the state
of his condition.
You turn your back to me.
I cannot violate
my patient's... privacy.
Perhaps you are not capable
of being hypnotized.
Perhaps.
I didn't tell you she left some
of N ietzsche's letters with me.
H m. And?
He berates me for feeding
at the trough of lust,
and all the while, he
himself, just like me,
trash of his own mind.
for his falsifications,
may I remind you
of your own.
your arrangement with him.
Of the two patients
in this relationship,
I have become
the more urgent case.
General.
What are you
doing, soldier?
Trying to kill
myself, sir.
Oarry on, soldier.
Yes, sir.
General, help me please!
The interesting thing
is that in my dream
the general
was you.
And why me?
A symbol of your
unwillingness to join me
in a down-to-earth
manner perhaps?
Be open
with me.
I presume that,
like all men,
you've suffered
from love-sickness.
Have you ever tasted
the pain of love?
Yes.
And?
I must know.
Let me remind you
of Goethe's words.
"Be a man.
Do not follow me,
but yourself. "
Teaching philosophy and
using it in the real world
are very
different undertakings.
You wish for something
to soothe you now.
Then go, suckle on the
teat of superstition.
Whatever you do,
don't go to reason.
U nfortunately, the
theatrical director of my mind,
the one who stages all
these scenes with Bertha
is unaffected
by reason.
Of course not. For
what reason will a man
could love
such a cripple?
Oh, stop it I
Bertha is intelligent,
beautiful, loving!
Loving?
How?
She tried to seduce you into adultery.
She almost
destroyed you.
You are too
hard on her.
Well, next time
you go to her,
don't forget
to bring your whip.
Yes. I think to love such
a woman is to hate life.
Bertha is
a fine woman.
May I remind you
she became ill
because of her
father's death?
And may I remind
you all fathers die?
I think the time
for excuses is over.
You will always
be the only man in my life.
Friedrich, I need your help.
Attack my obsession.
It's ruining mel
Do you want war?
Yes!
You will follow my
directives without question.
Absolutely.
Sit.
Please.
Olose your eyes.
I magine... your life...
with Bertha.
But I don't
want to!
Please, Josef.
Relax.
Now, you're
starting your day.
You're having your
breakfast, with Anna O.
I want you to compose
a list of 10 insults
and I want you to hurl them at her.
To her face?!
Yes.
What?
Like "ugly?"
Precisely.
Ugly, yes.
Ugly.
Scream it out!
Ugly!
Stupid!
Oow!
Whore!
Sow!
Oross-eyed! Monster! Oripple!
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