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The Magic Mountain

Episode 1

The story of Hans Castorp, which we would like to tell here,

took place very long ago.

It ls, so to speak, covered with historical rust

and must be told with verbs whose tense is of the farthest past.

This story is far older than its years.

It doesn't owe the depth of its past to time.

Rather, it takes place, or to avoid any present tense,

It took place back then, long ago,

In the old days of the world before the Great War,

with whose beginning so many things began,

whose beginnings, It seems, have not yet ceased.

It will soon be 14 years since we held you over this basin,

and the water with which you were baptised trickled down into it.

Here.

Your father's name is inscribed here. And here is my name.

And here is your great grandfather's name.

Here, your great great grandfather.

And here, your great great great grandfather.

And here....

Here is your great great great great grandfather.

Excuse me.

Yes? What do you want?

May I borrow a pencil, please?

Yes, if you promise to return it.

You see? it's simple. You only have to push it up.

Castorp!

Who gave you permission to leave your seat?

Hans Castorp was neither a genius nor an idiot.

He was bright enough to meet the demands

of a modern schooling system.

As soon as he decided to study ship engineering,

he was aware that the decision could have easily been otherwise.

At the end of his exams, his Uncle, Consul Tienappel,

with whom Hans had lived after his parents' death,

sent him on vacation in the Alps.

He was to visit his consumptive cousin,

who was staying In a sanatorium in Davos.

It was the height of summer

when Hans Castorp decided to take the trip,

already the last week of July.

He planned to stay three weeks.

Davos-Dorf!

Well, dear cousin, how was your trip?

Good, thank you.

You don't mean to tell me that you're still ill?

You look as if you've already received your lieutenant's commission

and were just home from maneuvers.

I wish it were so.

- Your baggage claim ticket, please. - Yes. it's only one suitcase.

I have a carriage.

You're coming back home with me, aren't you?

Back home with you? When?

In three weeks, after I have relaxed a bit,

when I must begin working with old Wilms at the dockyard.

Why must you? Aren't you happy about it?

Yes, of course, I mean....

Engineering is a good profession, but it requires a lot of work.

Yes, the best profession to be is an officer.

Yes, Lance Sergeant.

But it can only be done with healthy lungs and no sputum,

no rattling in the upper left lobe.

At my last regular checkup, the head doctor told me

that I would likely have to stay another half year.

A half year?

Are you crazy?

You've already been here for a half year.

There isn't that much time in life!

Ah, yes, time.

You wouldn't believe how they treat people's time here.

Three weeks are the same as a day to them.

He's from Sanatorium Schatzalp. It lies somewhat higher up than ours.

They have to transport the bodies down on bobsleds in the winter

because the roads are impassable.

The bodies?

Some patients like to open their doors when they have an attack,

so that it can be heard how sick they are.

Then they say the sicker they are, the higher their esteem.

Here you are.

On your right is a Russian couple.

I'm on your left.

What nice flowers.

Self-picked.

How kind of you.

What a nice room.

I'll have no trouble putting up here for a week or two.

An American woman died here the day before yesterday.

She had two first-class haemorrhages, and that was that.

But, of course, it was all thoroughly fumigated with formalin.

They say it's very effective, you know.

Fumigated?

Yes, H2CO.

But it burns in your nose, doesn't it?

Well, anyway, everyone back home warmly greets you.

Uncle Tienappel, Uncle James, Peter, and especially old Charlene.

She's very worried about you.

Uncle James drove everyone to be photographed,

so that I could bring you this picture.

Now she's humming the "Marseilles"!

She does it wonderfully.

Since age 12, she's been living in lung sanatoriums.

The bobsled is waiting for her.

I told you that in winter the corpses are brought down with bobsleds.

It makes no difference to the corpses!

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, it's first-rate that you've come.

She's going to check if there's still snow on the bobsled trail.

Yes, here we sit....

Here we sit....

Here we sit laughing,

and yet I would have taken my officer's exam next month.

Instead, time is passing me by.

Good evening, Herr Ziemssen.

Might I introduce to you my cousin

Hans Castorp from Hamburg, Herr Doctor Krokowski?

He's just arrived.

We bid you welcome, Herr Castorp.

Have you come as a patient, if you'll pardon the question?

No, by no means. I'm....

I'm only visiting here for three weeks.

A little relaxation will do me good, but thank God, I'm perfectly healthy.

You don't say.

In that case, you are a phenomenon of great medical interest.

You see, I've never met a perfectly healthy person.

So you'll not be requiring any medical attention,

either physical or psychological?

Oh, no, thank you so much.

In that case, sleep well, Herr Castorp,

in full enjoyment of your outstanding health.

Sleep well, and good night.

This is a deathbed.

Just an ordinary deathbed.

Good morning.

My cousin Hans Castorp from Hamburg.

Fräulein Engelhart,

Miss Robinson,

Frau Stöhr.

Hello.

This is a very lively place.

It doesn't even seem Like a sanatorium.

You don't say.

When I got up this morning, my temperature was 00.1 degrees.

What will it be by this afternoon?

I had the exact same temperature today.

Besides, I feel so terribly weak.

What would you like, sir? Cocoa, coffee, or tea?

If it goes on like this....

Tea, please.

I don't know what I should think anymore.

In the mornings, just before I wake up, my face feels so hot,

as if my temperature was 104 degrees.

But my temperature is usually 00.5 degrees.

And then I get up, and a tremendous spin pulls me back to bed.

Oh, my dear Miss Engelhart, you don't know how much

such attacks of dizziness can wear one down.

Doctor Blumenkohl barely says a word.

A real "blag up," as the English say.

Frau Robinson can confirm this. A real "blag up."

Black out.

Yes, "Black up.... out."

And the whole thing takes about five minutes, at least.

There are your Russian neighbours.

It takes about 20 minutes before I can move my body again.

Sometimes I have dreams where I see the craziest things.

I do not wish to be introduced to them.

For example, today it felt like my husband had his feet in water.

Good morning.

The doctors!

I can't stand people who slam doors.

The commanding figure is who we all admire, Director Behrens.

The gloomy one in black is his assistant, Doctor Krokowski.

He dissects the soul of his patients.

What? Dissects their souls? That's disgusting.

Ah, there you are.

My pleasure.

Would you also like to undertake treatment, like your cousin?

- Oh, no, Herr Director. - Good.

I spotted it at once that there's something so civilian,

so comfortable, about you.

No rattling sabers Like our corporal here.

He constantly wants to leave! He won't give us six months!

Even though we have such a lovely place here.

Well, your dear cousin will know how to better appreciate us.

- There's no scarcity of ladies. - Good morning, Herr Director.

We have the loveliest ladies here.

Many of them quite picturesque, viewed externally, at least.

But you'll have to improve your colour somewhat, too.

Completely anaemic.

No doubt about it! Completely anaemic, just as I said.

Do you know what?

I will use this opportunity to give you some modest advice,

quite sine pecunia, of course.

I would suggest you do as your cousin does.

In a case like yours, there is no wiser course to take.

And build up your protein.

Well, Ziemssen, you slept well, yes?

Great! Then get on with your stroll.

But no longer than half an hour.

And afterwards stick the mercury cigar in your mouth.

I'll want to see your chart on Saturday.

Your cousin should measure, too. Measuring never hurts.

- Good morning. - Morning, Herr Director.

Don't you want to measure yourself, too?

No. What for?

I'll do the treatments with you, but I'll leave the measuring to you.

If I only knew why I have these palpitations all of a sudden.

As well as this endless heat in my face.

Is my face terribly red?

You're studying Russian?

How much longer will the measuring take?

Seven minutes! But they must be up already.

I like the measuring, five times a day,

because then you know what a minute or seven of them

actually amount to,

here where the seven days of the week pass as quickly as they do!

A minute, then, is as long as it seems to you when you measure yourself?

A minute lasts as long as it takes the second hand of my watch

to complete a circle.

But it takes such a varied length of time to our senses.

As a matter of fact, it is a motion.

That means we measure time by space.

From Hamburg to Davos is 20 hours by train.

But on foot how long is it?

And in the mind, not a second.

These reclining chairs are very comfortable.

I wonder if I may take one with me to Hamburg.

Gong!

Since my first question up until now, exactly one minute has passed.

No! Please, don't! I don't want to!

I'm still fine! I'm still healthy!

Please let me go! I'm scared! No! Please, don't!

No! I don't want to! No!

No! I don't want to! No!

No! I don't want to die!

No! I don't want to die!

It's forbidden to look in other rooms.

Young lady, don't make such a fuss!

Don't make such a fuss!

A good cigar, and I feel secure.

It's like lying by the sea.

There's the sea, and one needs nothing more.

No work, no company.

Smoking is strictly forbidden here, but you're healthy.

You can do as you wish.

Healthy except for the anaemia.

That's never happened to me before.

It tastes like paper mâché and leather.

It will be fine.

It's probably because of the cursed face....

- Good afternoon. - Hello.

Am I terribly red in the face?

Please walk ahead.

Hello.

She whistled.

She whistled out of her stomach.

No, not with her stomach.

That was Miss Kleefeld, the pride of the Half-Lung Club,

because she can whistle with her pneumothorax.

With her what?

Her pneumothorax, an operative insertion.

When one of the lungs is very ill, they make it stop functioning a while

and fill it up with gas.

The gas doesn't last long and has to be renewed every two weeks.

And all of them in the club have this....

Half-Lung. They all have a filled lung.

That's why they formed a group.

My God, how can they be so very jolly despite their illness?

Good Lord, they are so free.

Hello, Fräulein Marusja.

There's the gong.

You're such a pessimist!

The way you acted yesterday was atrocious!

Absolutely atrocious!

For the last time, I'm not grateful!

Yes, but you could be grateful!

I hate tardiness.

I'll quickly wash my face and my hands.

There's no time for that now.

I'm sorry.

I'm not ill, but I'm sleepy.

I didn't hear the gong.

Tell me, do you eat anything other than yoghurt?

Do you know that I'm able to cook 28 different varieties of fish sauce?

My husband always told me,

"No one will believe you, and if they do, they will think it's ridiculous."

But my husband loved every single one of them.

He told me to write down my recipes before I came here.

It might lead to something, or give someone joy.

Not every housewife is able to make 28 fish sauces,

28 different varieties of fish sauce, that is.

By the way, this morning I had my skin examined.

Please!

Anyhow, this morning I had my examination, young lady.

And on the right up....

And on the left down....

Slowly, slowly!

Who eats so fast that he chokes? Slowly!

There, it's getting better.

It will get better.

Buongiorno! Gentlemen, buongiorno! No, please, gentlemen, don't get up.

My cousin Hans Castorp, Herr Settembrini.

Herr Settembrini is a literary man.

He wrote the obituary notices of Carducci, the Nobel Prize winner,

for the German papers.

Oh, then you are just a guest here,

Like Odysseus in the Kingdom of Shades, am I right?

May I ask how you are feeling?

It is all still very new to me, and I'm still somewhat confused.

- Confused? - Yes.

Incredible.

Yes, and I also didn't sleep well,

and Director Behrens immediately noticed that I'm anaemic.

Well! That's magnificent.

As it's so accurately written in the opera of your great maestro:

"The bird catcher, I am. Always cheerful."

A sly type, the Director.

Maybe you didn't know it already. He's an artist. He paints with oil.

He enjoys it, and it's still not forbidden.

But I must add, he has melancholic tendencies.

Tell me, Herr Castorp.

Do you know our dear Directress already, too?

She is distinguished from the Medici Venus

by the fact that where the goddess has a bosom,

our dear Directress wears a cross.

What a sarcastic man you are!

Sarcastic? You mean malicious.

Herr Doctor Krokowski!

Herr Castorp, I'll to tell you something.

Malice is the spirit of criticism,

and criticism marks the origin of progress and enlightenment.

Oh, please excuse me. I apologize.

This is your seat this morning, isn't it?

Here I am talking about progress, civilization, and enlightenment, too,

and there you are, already standing behind me in person.

- Gentlemen, please excuse me. - No, thank you.

Thank you.

An Italian?

Is he seriously ill?

I can't deny myself.

I must tell you, this man has but one thought in his head,

and it is a filthy one.

I swear it.

Well, I'd like to start with the sauce for the blue carp,

but maybe it's the wrong one to start off with,

because it's a difficult one to prepare.

Experience is necessary.

This sauce is the queen of all of my sauces.

It's made with two tablespoons of the finest flour

and half a ground nutmeg.

But what do you think...?

Now I must know who this is!

But, of course, a female.

That's Madame Chauchat, a charming woman.

French?

No, she's Russian,

but her husband might be French or of French descent.

I feel like I have seen her before.

Is that her husband?

No, he isn't here. He's never come here.

We don't know him.

She should learn to close a door properly and not always let it slam.

It's quite unbearable.

Herr Albin,

I beg you, please put the revolver away before an accident happens!

My dear Herr Albin,

spare our nerves and remove that dreadful object from view!

But, ladies and gentlemen, Look how small and shiny it is.

But if I press right here, it will bite.

- No! - Shut your mouths and stop moving!

I keep this revolver ready

for the day when I can't stand this farce any longer,

and I shall have the honour of paying my final regards.

One aims here and introduces this charming little foreign body

directly into this interesting organ.

Herr Albin, stop!

Shut your mouths, Ladies and gentlemen!

I've had enough, and I won't play along any longer!

Incurable.

Just look at me, ladies. Incurable.

Grant me at least the freedom, which is all I can get out of the situation.

In school, when it was settled that someone was to be held back,

nobody asked him any more questions,

and he didn't have to do any more work.

I don't count anymore. I can laugh at the whole thing.

She's a charming woman.

I don't feel good here. I will have to leave soon.

- Would you be offended? - Leave?

Do you have a home?

I mean, where would you like to go?

To Hamburg. Why do you ask?

Why do you think of leaving when you've just arrived?

You can't judge from the first day.

It's still only the first day?

Let's do it again.

Well, here I go!

It was very simple. You saw how I did it.

Show me what you still have.

And now I'd like to place the Jack next to the Queen.

Oh, well done!

You have feelings, therefore you can express yourself....

Stop with your piano playing.

- Please, Fräulein Brandt. - Unbelievable.

Please, please! Help me, please!

I don't want to leave! I don't want to go from here!

- I'm happy here! - My dear Elly.

You've become healthy, and up here is no place for healthy people.

You'll have a good life down there.

Now, be good and go to the train station with your father,

so you don't miss the night train.

- No, no! - Yes, yes.

No, I don't want to go! Take your hands off me!

I don't want to go home! Take your hands off me!

Here is my home!

Here is my....

Elly.

- Elly, now, come on, be good. - No, no, no!

Come, my dear. Let's go to the train station together.

You'll be back in the fall.

You'll be back for another quarter of a year.

Quickly! Let's start singing.

Home, sweet home How I long to see you again

Home, sweet home How I long to see you again

Home, sweet home How I long to see you again

I must explain the situation to you. It was the beginning of May.

The lake was a few degrees above zero.

She went bathing in the lake, trying to contract some illness

so that she could stay here, do you understand?

But, alas, to no avail.

She was, and remained, quite healthy.

And how are you doing?

I presume that you, Like most others here,

have spent your first day here in, so to say, the horizontal.

Do you find this lifestyle dull?

I'm not bored,

yet I have this feeling that I've been here longer than one day.

As if I've become older and wiser.

As if you've become wiser. Bravo!

May I ask you a question?

What is your age?

- Excuse me? - I mean, how old are you?

You'd like to know how old I am?

Yes! Yes, I'd like to know how old you are.

24.

That means I'm in my 24th year.

I beg your pardon, but I almost didn't realize what you were asking.

Tell me frankly, do you think it is possible Frau Stöhr

knows how to make 28 different kinds of fish sauces as she said?

I must know if she said she could,

or if I only imagined she did, and she didn't actually say it.

24 sauces, Signor Castorp?

28.

28 fish sauces.

Not sauces in general, but special fish sauces.

Signor Castorp, I beg of you, please pull yourself together

and stop talking this demoralized rubbish.

You are in your 24th year, you say?

Oh, yes, you mean my age.

Signor Castorp, allow me to make a suggestion.

As you don't feel comfortable up here, pack your bags tonight

and be gone tomorrow with the first suitable train.

You mean I should leave?

When I've hardly come?

No....

Why should I try to judge from the first day?

It can't be possible.

Who would dust their rug at this hour?

Did you say something?

I just thought someone was dusting his rug.

But it's my heart.

I'll tell you this. I won't lie out on the balcony at night.

Everything has its limits.

I'll finish my cigar in the regular way.

It tastes vile, but I know it's good.

Whether you know it or not,

it's ice cold, and I'm freezing to death!

I even freeze in my bed!

Is your summer over now?

It's still the beginning of August.

A few more warmer days will come.

It seems like an eternity since you picked me up from the train station.

Eternity? I had always thought that a change of pace

would make time pass more quickly,

whereas monotony would make things more dull, but that's not true.

What one calls boredom is in reality a perverse shortening of time

due to monotony.

What did you say?

Oh, nothing.

I just wanted to tell you that I can rely on you since you're here.

This is quite a confusion.

Ah, you gentlemen did some shopping!

Oh, nothing special.

We bought some blankets for my cousin.

For the rest treatments.

With this terrible cold in August,

I will undergo a few weeks of treatment, too.

Yes, blankets, for the treatment.

I'm suffering from the momentary cold and wet weather, too.

You cannot imagine what I have already suffered

in this barbaric place.

For example, the people whose company I'm to share

at the dining table.

To my right sits a beer brewer and across from him, his wife,

who loses protein while becoming more stupid and apathetic.

I always thought uneducated people should be healthy and ordinary.

illness, however, makes people refined, intelligent, and special.

illness is something venerable, if I may say so.

Do you honestly mean to say that illness is something venerable?

Excuse me if I do say that illness is nothing venerable.

illness means nothing but abasement. A painful idea that it abases people.

To honour illness mentally is a mistake,

and itself results in illness.

Engrave that into your memory for the future, my dear engineer.

Gentlemen.

My God, that was quite an aria. What did I do to cause that?

Something tightens inside of me when I think of Herr Settembrini.

- He makes me nervous. - Oh, nonsense.

I feel quite uneasy around him because I often feel controlled.

Yes, that's not a bad word for it.

I had the definite feeling that he didn't approve

of my having bought those blankets for the rest treatment.

Nonsense, it doesn't bother him.

- Good day. - Hello.

Well, my innocent bystander, how are you?

Thank you, only adjusting to the peculiar environment up here

is difficult for me, even though it's already my fourth day.

You should really stay through the winter,

but I've heard that you want to spend a mere eight weeks, correct?

- Three. - Oh, three!

But that's just dropping by, not even worth taking off your hat and coat.

Well, just as you like.

Last stage. He's gone through too many fiascos.

He guzzled the oxygen yesterday and today, the gourmand.

But he will probably be joining his ancestors by noon.

Well, my dear Reuter, did you sleep well?

Fine, yes?

How would it be if we crack another bottle?

Good-bye. I'll be back soon.

That was wonderful!

One, two, three, four!

And the little Russian girl who always giggles?

You mean Marusja.

Do you love her?

Beer, tobacco, and music, behold the fatherland!

May I?

Indeed, I have a mind for nationalism. Don't you enjoy listening to music?

Yes, but there is something only semi-articulate about music,

something doubtful, irresponsible, indifferent.

And it's dangerous because it seduces us

to take our ease beside it.

It ignites our emotions.

And yet, the real point should be to ignite our reason.

Yes, my distaste for music is political.

I've never heard anything like that in all my life.

Music is invaluable as the ultimate means for awakening our fervour,

a power that draws the mind trained for its effects forward and upward.

Music alone is a dangerous opiate.

And for you in particular, my good engineer, it's completely dangerous.

But you're no longer listening to me now, engineer.

Excuse me.

At the well before the gate....

This is also music,

but more calming and less politically dangerous, Herr Settembrini!

- Excuse me. - Yes? What's wrong?

- May I borrow a pencil, please? - Yes, if you promise to return it.

Hurry up, sir. Mr. Krokowski's conference has just begun.

Of all our natural instincts, love is the most unstable and exposed,

fundamentally apt to confusion and perversion.

There is nothing simple about the powerful instinct of love.

It is by its very nature composed of...

...many elements.

Emotional obstacles and corrective instincts

act to level and restrict the perversities of love,

thus resulting in a sensible whole.

My God, Joachim, life is beautiful!

It's about a fight of chastity against love, but how it plays out....

And one of the things that make it so beautiful

is the way women dress so alluringly.

But what sense does it all make when the woman is sick inside?

Is there any point in her wearing gossamer sleeves

to make men curious about her body?

Her innerly sick body?

Be quiet!

Suppressed love is not dead!

I understand why you forbid yourself to love the beautiful Marusja.

Absolutely sensible. Absolutely.

Fulfilment in the darkest and most secret depths of the being.

- What is he talking about? - But then what is this form?

This mask in which suppressed, concealed love will reappear?

This mask, this form, is illness.

All illness is merely transformed love.

How well he said that!

Come onto me, you who are troubled and full of transformed love.

You can all be helped.

The analysis will help you discover the dark unconscious of your illness.

Psychoanalysis relieves the hidden suffering, the shame,

and the unfulfilled wishes that have manifested themselves as illness.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for your attention.

Bang! That's her.

You don't even have to look up to know who came in.

There she goes, lovely, Like a kitten to a bowl of milk.

Now she is greeting her table.

You really should look. It is so delightful to watch her.

When she smiles and talks, a dimple forms in one cheek,

but not always, only when she wants it to.

One has to love people like that, whether one wants to or not.

They may annoy us, but that is only one more reason for loving them.

She wears no rings, no earrings, I've noticed.

But she is a married woman, isn't she?

Most certainly she is, but maybe she doesn't want to remind every man

who she gives her hand to kiss of her marital bonds.

And besides, there's something so disillusioning about a ring.

No, no, no, my dear Marusja. You have no clue.

It is generally always the case that other people know better

about the illnesses of others than the ill person does himself.

And that you cannot stop your silly giggling

most certainly has nothing to do with you having tuberculosis,

which is not as obvious in you as it is in others.

A ring is a symbol of a woman's dependence, it seems to me.

And her husband? He never visits her?

The other way around.

She visits him now and then, once a year.

Otherwise she goes between sanatoriums.

This is her third time here already.

Well, she is ill.

Certainly. But not so ill that she would have to live in sanatoriums.,

separated from her husband.

I imagine her husband is one of those Russian officials

that only drink and are raw and coarse.

Well, you have many prejudices against your lovely Minka.

Beware that you don't begin dreaming of her.

It's not nice of you to embarrass me with your insinuations.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

You said,

"Beware that you don't begin dreaming of your lovely Minka."

Yes, I called her Minka, but what is her real name?

I mean her first name?

I don't know. I really don't know.

And you know Doctor Behrens thinks the same.

It has psychological causes.

And it originates from the land,

the terrible land from which you came.

And those that were born on the other side of the Ural River

give a bad impression of our Western civilization.

Only the families of the Czars and Princes that were educated by us

can level with our psychological--

Please be quiet!

First of all, this girl likely doesn't understand what you're saying,

and secondly, Marusja cannot stop giggling by her own will.

When she is constantly provoked, she can't help but giggle.

And I forbid you to continue torturing this poor girl.

C...

...L...

...A...

...W...

...D...

...I...

...A.

Clawdia!

Did you say something?

No, no, I....

I have the feeling that I'm getting a catarrh.

That would be upsetting.

When are you leaving?

It should be Tuesday or Wednesday of next week.

You're lucky.

Room 34?

Yes.

It's right.

I'm Frau Mylendonk.

Do you often catch colds?

Doesn't your cousin often catch colds?

How old are you?

I'm turning 24.

Yes, it's the age.

But we don't want to talk about colds, dear child.

That's twiddle-twaddle from below. Come over here.

You have the loveliest bronchial catarrh, I can see it in your eyes.

But catarrhs aren't caused by colds.

They come from an infection to which one is already susceptible.

The only question is whether what we have here is an innocent infection

or one that is less innocent, all the rest is twiddle-twaddle.

- Have you taken your temperature? - No.

And why not?

Don't you ever measure it?

Yes, Frau Mylendonk, when I have a fever.

The point of taking one's temperature is to find out if one has a fever.

Do you have a fever or not?

I really don't know.

And where is your thermometer?

I don't have one.

I'm only here on a visit. I'm healthy.

You sent for me because you're healthy?

No, because I--

Caught a cold. We've often seen such colds.

Here.

This is a harmless antiseptic. It may do you good.

This one costs three francs fifty, and this one costs five francs.

It will be better to take the five-franc one.

It will last you a lifetime, if you properly take care of it.

So?

Well?

I'll take this one. May I use it now?

No, hurry, it will be on your bill. Give it to me.

We must first drive it all the way down.

It will climb back up, wander right up the column, old Mercury.

So, here is your purchase.

Put it under your tongue for seven minutes, five times a day,

and keep your lips nicely shut around it.

Good-bye, dear child.

Good luck!

Aren't you coming to breakfast?

Well, what's wrong?

I have a slight temperature.

What does that mean? Do you feel feverish?

I've felt feverish for a long time now, my friend,

for the entire time.

But now it's a matter of precise fact.

I measured it.

You measured it? With what?

With a thermometer, of course. It's on the table.

It's only slightly elevated.

Yes.

It reads 00.5.

Then it's lowered somewhat. It was 00.7.

Outrageous!

There he is, the one with the beautiful green eyes.

Thank you.

- Good morning. - Morning.

I won't drink any beer today.

It's better if I drink nothing today, at most a glass of water.

No beer? What's wrong with you?

What a change! Did you sleep badly?

I have a slight temperature. It's minimal, 00.7.

You're telling us quite a story.

My, my, my!

You are quite the secretive one.

You're quite the funny guy.

No, no. At most I have the sniffles and some coughing.

Excuses, excuses.

Fever and sniffles, fever and sniffles.

We know all about it.

So, you must really have an examination.

- Yes, really, an examination. - Yes, really, you must.

We have an appointment with the Director at nine o'clock.

It's all been taken care of.

You will finally know how satisfying coughing can be.

Big coughs have great advantages.

There is something delightful and pleasing

about a tickle in the depths of your chest that gets worse and worse

until you inhale strongly and deeply for it,

in order to enjoy it as long as possible before it's squeezed out.

And sneezing is just as much fun.

The way you feel it swelling inside of you,

until the explosion arrives.

But sometimes, they come in twos and threes, one right after the other.

I have to say, you're quite wicked, Signora Stöhr!

May I ask permission to join your noble rounds, gentlemen?

I cannot stand it over there any longer.

- Please. - Sit down.

The beer brewer over there, Signor Magnus,

just now he decided to give a psychological analysis.

The subject, of course, once again, Germany.

"Our beautiful Germany is nothing more

than a big barracks," he says.

Yes, he actually says that.

Yet, there is a lot of proficiency behind it,

even if one feels like one is in a barracks.

No matter for what price,

I won't trade our sterling qualities for the courtesy of other countries.

How does all the courtesy help me, when, in business,

I'm always betrayed in the end.

That's a very sensible viewpoint.

Excuse me, sir. I couldn't take it anymore, and I quickly left.

Ah, you quickly escaped to take to paper!

Oh, yes, paper! Oh, no, I, of course, mean the covering.

I see there's a completely different breeze here!

Oh, yes, when one knows how to position one's words so well,

Signora Stöhr.

Am I permitted to ask about the progress of your health?

My God, you know already.

One takes two steps forward and three steps back.

Two forward!

Two steps forward and three steps back again.

- Exactly like that! - There seems to be something there.

There seems to be something there

in the stories that are told everywhere.

Yes, secretive stories about astral women

and lookalikes are being told.

You're mocking me, are you?

No, no. Not at all, Signora Stöhr, no.

Last night, for example, your electric light was shining red

through the darkness of your balcony.

And I thought to myself, "There she lies, our beautiful ill woman,

wrapped in her woollen blankets,

who follows all the rules of the sanatorium

so she can soon return to her beloved husband, Signor Stöhr.

But what did I hear?

Talk that you were seen Leaving the bakery in Davos-Dorf

that same night.

How can that be true?

It was being said that you were seen drinking liquor

and eating uncountable...

...biscuits!

And furthermore, it was being said that you were eating the biscuits

in the company of Captain Miklosich.

Please, Signora, don't torture us anymore.

Tell us where you really were.

I don't think you are two people in one.

While the terrestrial part of you was lying on your balcony

and following the rules of the sanatorium,

while your soul amused itself in the café in Davos

with Captain Miklosich eating biscuits.

What do you say to these stories?

Who knows? Who knows?

Maybe you would have preferred it the other way around,

dear Signora Stöhr.

That you had rather eaten the biscuits alone

and undergone treatment with Captain Miklosich

together on your balcony.

What does this mean?

Examination.

Oh, yes, we must get going. Director Behrens hates tardiness.

Please, we must go.

I don't want to receive any more letters from you.

Or any more of those little notices you shove underneath my door.

And I forbid you to harass me in any way.

- Short. - Shortened.

Cough.

Deeper.

Vesicular noise.

Vesicular basal right.

Coarse.

Very coarse.

Noise.

Well, Ziemssen, that's fine.

Everything is in as good shape as can be expected.

- How long do you think...? - Are you going to pester me again?

You can't bully recruits around in your condition.

I told you six months, and six months it will be.

Life is not that bad up here. We're not a Siberian salt mine.

So that's fine, Ziemssen. Off with you!

Off you go.

Yes, Ziemssen.

Ah, yes, it's your turn now.

Yes.

You have a nice...

...sympathetic cousin...

...who will soon hopefully say...

...he was ill at one point.

He's only a half cousin, Herr Director.

Now, you're not going to disown your own cousin, are you?

- On which side? - On my mother's side.

- And your mother is well? - No. She died when I was young.

- Of what? - Of a blood clot, Herr Director.

- And your father? - He died of pneumonia.

- My grandfather also. - He too?

Here.

Do you hear it?

- It sounds more hollow there. - Very good.

You should become a specialist.

It's a muffled sound, and muffled sounds come from old infections.

That means you were previously ill.

And here in the upper right, you have a roughness,

which is almost a rattle,

and undoubtedly comes from a fresh area.

In other words,

your planned departure for the day after tomorrow

wouldn't be worth it.

You would be back to us in a very short time.

We will take an X-ray of you.

You'll enjoy seeing inside of yourself.

But I'm telling you already,

a case like yours doesn't heal from today to tomorrow.

No, no! That's all.

Just as I had told you, my friend.

Welcome, Herr Castorp! Welcome!

Gentlemen.

Well....

Well, it's no use. We have to do something.

Uncle Tienappel is expecting you at home.

He's not expecting me on any particular day.

It will be a while before they even notice I'm not there.

Well, in due time, they will have to be notified, that's true.

You can imagine how unpleasant the whole thing is for me.

I feel, in a way, responsible.

You come up here to visit me...

...and now....

That's nonsense. I primarily came up here to relax after my exams.

Surely I am not the first person who thought he was just visiting

and had things turn out differently.

I'm surprised to learn that I'm a little ill,

but when I think how young both of my parents died,

I'm not surprised at all.

Where should the great health come from?

Besides, I've often thought about how I've always felt about it all,

about life and its demands.

I've sometimes wished I had become a clergyman,

with my interest in sad, edifying things.

A black pall, you know, with a silver cross on it...

...or R.I.P.

Requiescat in pace.

That's actually the loveliest expression that I know.

While our report of the first three weeks

of Hans Castorp's stay was lengthy,

the next three weeks of his visit will hardly use up many words.

It will suffice for the present to remember how quickly

a long row of days passes by when ill in bed.

It's always the same day repeating itself.

Because it's always the same,

It's not correct to talk of repetitions.

Focus should be on the present, the existing now, or on eternity.

To talk of boredom in reference to eternity would be a paradox.

And we want to avoid paradoxes,

especially in connection with this hero.

My dear Madame Clawdia Chauchat.

Come in.

Good evening, engineer.

I had begun to think that you had departed

when I saw your seat empty in the refectory during lunch.

But now I hear that you're lying ill in bed.

Another one of your jokes, calling our dining room a refectory.

One can say you've ended your novitiate, so to speak.

You've....

You've made your profession, I must say.

My formal congratulations.

But without meaning to affront your masculinity,

you remind me more of a young nun than a monk, you see,

one of those innocent young brides of Christ,

with great martyr-like eyes.

Engineer, do you know what it means to be lost to life?

You're a writer.

You should be able to understand that life is lost to normal people

who stroll around and laugh and earn money and fill their bellies.

You don't mean to say you consider illness to be a worthy substitute

to ordinary working life.

It is folly to sympathize with illness

because illness is too inhuman and abasing.

But illness makes people noble and intelligent and frees man of routine.

An ill person is nothing more than a body.

In most cases, he is nothing better than a cadaver.

But up here everyone is ill. Aren't you really ill yourself?

Yes, if you look very closely, I'm very ill.

Yes, everyone is ill.

The ill deserve seriousness and respect,

just as the dead do.

It's clear to me that you try to experiment with many different views,

perhaps preliminary ones.

Would you permit me to help you in your experiments

and exercise a corrective influence?

They found nicotine in his urine, and it was a large amount.

So much that Krokowski had to notify the director.

Smoking is strictly forbidden here, strictly forbidden.

That was very nice of him. In any case, I thought so.

Well, what's wrong with you?

It's such a lovely evening.

Let's go down to town and listen to some music.

You look so hot.

I fear your fever has risen.

Director Dr. Behrens Entry only with request

Excuse me, what time is your appointment?

At half past three.

Ah, mine is at a quarter to four.

It's almost four, and there's still someone inside, isn't there?

Two people, actually. The service is delayed.

Irritating, isn't it?

We've already been waiting almost a half hour.

My God.

Oh, yes! My God!

Why must you always gaze at me so penetratingly?

Haven't you ever seen a woman before, or what?

I'm sorry.

Hello, gentlemen.

How do you like my private gallery?

Useful visual aids to instruct the young.

illuminated anatomy, the triumph of the age.

I expect you're afraid to reveal your insides to us, Castorp.

Please suppress any sounds of pain.

Turn off the light in the corner and come here.

Hug it.

Like this.

Now don't pretend you're too tired.

You'll get a free copy, Castorp.

Then you'll be able to project the secrets of your bosom on the wall

for you children and grandchildren to see.

Imagine it's something else if you like.

That's it.

Press your chest against it, as though it filled you with bliss.

That's it!

Take a deep breath.

Hold it!

Now smile.

Well done.

Now let's have a look.

Come here.

Come over here.

There.

Here we go!

Come here. Stand behind me.

Our eyes must first adapt.

We have to let darkness wash over our eyes to see what we want to see.

I'm standing here with my eyes closed, as in a silent prayer.

Open your eyes!

Now let the conjuration begin!

Can you see it, my lad?

May I?

Of course.

Your breathing is good. Keep it up.

Look at the cavities here.

That's where the toxins that protect him come from.

I'm looking at your heart.

Go ahead.

My God, I don't know if it should be allowed to see all this.

Spooky, isn't it?

A touch of magic should not be misjudged.

Complete science, nothing else!

And regarding your results, I'm sure the optical results

will match the acoustic ones.

Rest, be patient, eat, Lie down, measure,

and wait and drink.

Hello!

How did young Hans Castorp actually feel about all this?

Was it as though the seven weeks which he had demonstrably,

Indubitably spent with these people feel like a mere seven days?

Or did it seem to him just the opposite, that he had lived here now

much, much longer than he really had?

His deliberation on this subject and the letter he wrote home about it

established Hans Castorp's freedom.

This was the word he used, not explicitly,

not by forming the syllables In his mind,

but as something he felt In its most comprehensive sense,

In the sense in which he had learned to understand it during his stay here.

You couldn't have known that I only have one King.

Once again!

Have you realized that tomorrow is the first of the month?

Only a dog can live in this place. Damn!

Be careful.

Don't believe them, engineer.

Is this not an amusing place here?

Indeed, it is an amusing place, in the most dubious sense.

Call the Director.

Did you see her? The one with the overpowering blue dress?

That is also such a person, with no restraint.

No self-control, spiteful, toxic, stubborn, obnoxious.

But that lady is ill.

She's probably very ill and has a right to deviate from normal behaviour.

After all, this isn't a Siberian salt mine.

Ah, no! No, my good engineer, you prefer Eastern comparisons?

That's very understandable, since Asia engulfs us here.

Wherever we look, we see only Tartarian faces.

I can understand you well. Too much of Asia hangs in the air here.

Asia and Europe, two major powers battling for control of the world.

Europe was always a land of rebellion, great critics,

and misshapen activity.

Asia, in comparison, embodies inflexibility and idle repose.

This barbaric extravagance with time is the Asian style.

That may be the reason why the children of the East

feel so at home here.

But you shouldn't adjust to their habits, engineer.

Tell me, are you even listening to me, engineer?

Oh, yes, of course.

What should I do?

Leave.

Leave?

I told you that the very first evening, engineer.

Yes, at that time, I was free to do so, but now....

Ah, yes. I know.

Now you hold your legitimation card in your hand,

your proof of illness, am I right?

Yes, the old rat catcher has discovered a spot on your lung.

Do you mean that after the Director's diagnosis,

you take it upon yourself to advise me to go home?

Well, yes.

Yes, engineer, I take it upon myself to advise you to go home.

Then you are more cautious about me than you are about others.

After all, you, yourself, didn't leave.

It sickens me!

It sickens me to engage in this horrible, continuous battle with you,

otherwise I would reply to you

that I am considerably more ill than you are!

And if I submit to staying here, then I do it only because

I don't want to destroy myself before my time!

I do it under the painful protest of my mind

for the meagre wishes of my ailing body!

What do you have against the body?

Well, I....

Yes, I.... I respect and love the body,

just as I love form, beauty, freedom, and pleasure.

But there is one force, one principle that is the object of my highest

and ultimate respect and love, and that principle is the mind.

Tell me, engineer, do you know about the Lisbon earthquake?

No, there aren't any newspapers here.

Yes, that is characteristic of this institution here, my dear Giovanni,

but this doesn't seem to bother you.

I'm not speaking of any current event, rather the big earthquake of 1755.

Therefore....

- Voltaire rebelled against it. - What?

He rebelled against it? He rebelled against an earthquake?

Yes, yes, he rebelled.

He protested in the name of the mind and reason against this,

how do you say, this scandalous offence of nature.

And body is nature, do you understand?

I will be so bold as to rebuke you for smiling, Signor Castorp,

and I'll tell you why.

Because it's slavish to accept reasoning against nature

without resistance and defence!

Excuse me.

Why don't you go after your friend?

Room 86. Underneath the roof.

Then you'll be able to continue your discussion of the body and beauty.

Herr Castorp, didn't you notice anything special tonight?

- What? - About Madame Chauchat.

She dressed herself up just for you.

She's wearing an enchanting dress, even though it's not Sunday.

- You haven't realized this yet? - I have realized it.

But I've also realized something else, that Madame Chauchat's features

are too Asian, and not to say old and inexpressive.

She's certainly over 30.

Clawdia, over 30?

At most, she's 28.

And as for her profile, I forbid you to say such things.

Clawdia's profile is young and sweet.

Director Behrens seems to find no fault with Clawdia's profile.

She models for him.

He draws her, and she's sat for him at least 20 times.

I'm sure you dream vividly of your divine Madame Chauchat every day,

Fräulein Engelhart.

Be careful the goddess does not come too close to you

in one of your dreams!

Quiet!

I'm sorry.