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The Magic Mountain

Episode 3

He was a hero!

A hero!

We should play "Erotica."

A very esteemed, sympathetic young man.

Literary men make the mistake of thinking

that only the spirit makes us respectable.

In my opinion, the opposite is more true.

Only where there is no spirit are we respectable.

A great kid, a great fellow.

He wanted to force it, you know.

Of course that's the way the service is down there, all force and violence.

He did his duty with a fever, come hell or high water.

The field of honour, you know.

Hightailed it for the field of honour and kept running.

But honour was the death of him, and death....

Death did him the honour.

A great fellow.

It's unknown if Hans Castorp ever overcame his timidity

In discovering how old he had actually become up here.

We only know that the timidity which hindered him

was the timidity of his conscience,

even though it ls most unscrupulous to ignore time.

He now truthfully no longer knew how old he was.

No, sir, not today.

Well, here we are.

Let's see how good the cooking is.

Good food is just as important as a good night's sleep and good friends.

With this in mind, Ladies and gentlemen, it's settled.

It's settled.

Hey! Come here.

Come to me.

- Well, what's your name? - Emerentia.

Emerentia!

That exceeds my highest expectations.

Emerentia.... As a nickname, it might be Rentia, but I'll call you...

...Emchen.

No, no, no.

I'll name you....

Emmy, yes?

I'll tell you something, Emmy.

In the world of God, glory, and justice, you are small in stature,

but most assuredly you have a brave heart.

And now please bring me a geneva.

A geneva, sir, right away.

Have you seen the pearl necklace on Madame Chauchat's neck?

He's a money magnet.

It's hardly the sign of Caucasian marital gallantry.

The pearls surely came out of shared travel expenses.

That's called a "money magnate."

But "magnet" is not bad either.

Obviously there's a lot of attraction to him.

He is said to be very ill.

Tropical fever or malaria or so.

Fräulein Engelhart wants to know what you think of him.

How is your cousin, monsieur?

He's dead.

That's a shame.

Dead and buried?

Since when?

For some time now.

And you didn't even return home for the burial of your cousin?

No.

But you won't believe how cold his forehead was.

Why must you insist on using the informal with me?

I will never use the formal with you again, never again.

What a joke!

You've been here the whole time?

Yes.

I've been waiting.

For what?

For you.

For me?

You're a fool.

Do you still have a fever?

Almost always.

It varies, but it's not an intermittent fever.

Should that be a hint?

And where were you?

Listen, I don't want you to use the informal with me.

Well, while I was gone, I was everywhere.

In Moscow, then Baku.

I was in Spain and in German spas.

Spain, how was it?

Not bad, even though travel is difficult in Spain.

I bought myself a little blue cap there,

the kind that all the local men wear.

They're worn off to the side and are called bolna.

Monsieur will have to judge whether it suits me well.

Which monsieur?

Which one? The one sitting in front of me in this chair.

Oh, I thought your new companion.

I'm sorry, he has already judged it.

He says I look absolutely charming in it.

Did he say that?

All the way to the end?

I mean, spoke the entire sentence to the end,

so that you could understand it?

Ah, it appears you're becoming malicious.

You're trying to make fun of other people who are much greater, better,

and more human than yourself with all your philosophical talk.

But I won't allow anyone to make fun of my friends.

Do you still have my interior portrait?

I don't know. I'll have to look for it.

I always carry yours with me.

I have a little easel on my night stand.

Are you a captain?

No, sir, not this evening.

I'm making your acquaintance this evening...

...the acquaintance of a trusting young man.

I respect you.

Let's spend a little bit of time together.

Life is short.

By the spring outside the gate

There stands a Linden tree

Under whose shady branches...

I like this song very much.

May I listen?

...I dreamt sweet dreams

I carved into its bark

I returned today,

and one doesn't sleep particularly well the first night.

Back home again.

So many phrases dear

In times of joy and sadness

It always drew me near

Clear your minds.

Clear your minds.

We will join hands and clear our minds.

Think only of Elly.

And now we'll join hands.

Elly should guess the following:

Her supernatural powers should reveal to us

the person with whom Dr. Blumenkohl

spoke his last words before he died.

Well, maybe you arranged this with her beforehand.

I'll decide what she has to do.

Well, then, she will enter.

She will take a salt-shaker from the cabinet,

sprinkle the salt over Teacher Popow's head,

take out the recorder from his coat pocket,

circle around us while playing the beginning

of "By the Spring Outside the Gate."

Then return the recorder to Popow

and then sit in front of you on the floor after she has curtsied.

That's too difficult and moreover silly.

If she has supernatural powers, it's not too difficult.

Unless you lied.

Then, please.

Fine, then.

We will see.

And now we'll join hands again.

Concentration.

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

That's wonderful! Squeal, squeal!

The sound is shrill and full of life.

Drink, drink!

Refresh your heart for new efforts, rejuvenate your heart.

What we now need are three new, large, cool....

I mean, large gifts of God.

On the other hand, the gods could accuse us

of never meeting their demands.

Emmy, come here.

Please bring us three bottles of Chablis, 1007.

- Three bottles of Chablis, 1007. - Yes, good.

Look here, I ask for your attention.

Look at this liquid.

I require your greatest attention, Ladies and gentlemen,

for the golden hue of this wine,

from the sugar sweated from the Malaga grapes,

and this wine, yes....

This wine is divine...

...in these goblets.

Come.

Have a sip, child.

Go ahead, have some.

Take some bread.

Take your time.

Chew it...

...thoroughly and very slowly,

so you taste the salt which coats the palate.

And then...

...drink the wine.

An incomparable gift of God.

Yes.

Well, that's enough! Enough ceremony!

We must now drink to pleasure, Longevity, and love.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Ah, Emchen!

Give me one for the table and place the others over there.

Admiral, I'll raise you...

...by 50 francs.

I'll follow...

...and add 20.

- 20 francs - Very good.

I can do that, too.

20...

...and again, 20.

I must go and get more money.

Wait a minute, hold on. Sit down again.

Here's some more money, use it.

It doesn't always have to be suicide.

I have great respect for suicide,

but it doesn't have to be done at the table here.

20.

I demand to see.

Wait a minute, don't rush.

- Give me the cards. - You?

Give them to me. You'll get them back.

- I'll bring you luck. - Good timing.

And now the moment of truth.

One.

Two.

Three.

And...

...four!

If you play, then you must wager, too.

Now let's eat!

- Wonderful. - How lovely.

Wait a minute. Can you tell me what this is?

This is inedible garbage!

This is nothing for my friends! This is curd and inedible junk!

- I insist that immediately.... - Excuse me.

It tastes superb, this Parma ham--

What are you talking about? About the food or...?

Who do you even think you are? Do you have any idea about food?

This is garbage and will always be garbage,

or do you have an agreement with the chef?

- Peter! - Yes, that's fine, "Peter."

I know what I'm paying for and what I'm not paying for,

and for this damned garbage, I'm not paying a cent.

Maybe we should order something else, a warm meal,

if we can convince the chef, all right?

No, ladies and gentlemen.

No, ladies and gentlemen, may I please ask for your attention?

Take a moment of time to inhale the fresh aromas of parsley and egg.

Wonderful, isn't it?

This is a gift.

But let's not forget the bread, the liquid bread,

this simple and divine gift of God.

Drink, drink and empty your glasses, so that it doesn't mean....

So that nobody can say we didn't do justice to life's expectations.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Yes, I've known people. I've known men and women.

I've known cocaine users and others who smoked hashish

or were morphine addicts.

But it's not our duty to judge them.

It seems that they weren't in the position

to give their due to the simple, natural things in life.

But on the other hand, it's....

I think it's a mortal sin.

That's certainly true.

Unquestionably most people are too weak-willed, inattentive,

unscrupulous, emotionally drained

to give justice to the simple things in life.

Yes, correct.

Correct! Life is a woman, a woman.

Yes, life is a mighty sprawled-out woman

with bulging breasts and a soft belly Leading down to the spread thighs.

Her arms are slender, her thighs are swelling,

and her eyes are slightly open in mocking defiance,

demanding all that we can give to her.

Yes, she demands all, the resilience of our manly desire.

There's only one thing to do.

To pass her test...

...or be shamed.

Be shamed.

Do you know what that means, young man?

It means...

...to admit physical failure of desires in the face of life.

That's a weakness...

...for which there is no mercy...

...regarded without mercy...

...and laughed upon.

Disgrace and shame.

Human bankruptcy.

You're spit out.

Finished.

Nothing but a hellish prison.

Deadly desperation.

The day of the apocalypse.

- Yes! - What's wrong?

- Judgement Day! - Oh, I fell asleep.

Well....

Forget that.

Continue on, ladies and gentlemen.

It's up to you...

...to live and eat well.

Enjoy yourselves, but don't forget the Holy Scripture.

The Bible tells us that flesh is weak.

It's unfortunately not strong enough to meet life's demands.

Never forget that.

Please don't.

Sleep.

I, myself...

...worship and love sleep with all my heart.

It is the greatest bliss.

But don't forget Christ.

Do you remember Christ?

In the garden....

In the garden of Gethsemane!

Do you remember?

It's written in the Bible.

He took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee.

Then he said to them:

"Wait! Wait here and watch with me."

And he went there.

As he came back, he found them asleep.

He said to Peter:

"What, couldn't you watch with me just once for one hour?"

Then he left once more.

And when he came back, he found them asleep again.

He repeated to them:

"Say, do you only want to rest and sleep, all of you?

All of you!

See, my time has come!"

Allow me....

In the name of those at the table, and in place of....

I mean, you should be assured that we strongly agree.

It is an extraordinary evening, and no one is thinking of sleeping.

You can be assured of that, from every one of us.

Please, love each other.

And respect each other.

Well....

Even though my time has come....

Come, for you, it's time to....

Champagne!

This is holy.

A holy story.

Tears are always a challenge to humankind.

And then the disciple placed his head on the breast of his master.

Follow me. Follow me.

Follow me in spirit.

All of you.

All of you, follow me...

...in spirit.

Yes.

In the lively image of a frosty winter morning.

A new day...

...will come when the yellowish-red glow of a night stand. lamp

is reflected through the window

in the bare branches standing in the garden

among the cry of crows in the early fog...

...and await the day.

And it feels...

...as if ice-cold water...

...was squeezed out of a sponge and onto our necks and over our skin.

The shock of the early morning.

Well, good night.

Don't you want to give her a kiss good-bye on the forehead?

She will have no objection, and it would give me pleasure.

I give you my consent.

No.

Your Majesty, I beg your pardon, but it would not do.

Are you afraid?

No.

I cannot exchange kisses on the forehead

with your travelling companion.

It would be nonsense.

Finally!

Here's one for you.

And for you.

And one left for me, thank you.

I'm pleased to be able to offer you a little refreshment

after not having seen you for three days.

Is this not a gift of God, a gift of life?

Most certainly, please believe me.

I accept asceticism when it refers to moral principles.

I even consider it important, but for the moment,

Let me tell you something, I'll drink to your health.

Forbidden terrain and alcohol in the afternoon.

Sir, if you'll allow me,

you should be respectful of this young man

and your own personal health.

My health?

There is nothing better for my health than cigars and cognac, you see?

Perfect for my well-being.

Three days ago, I had a fever,

and a week before, I couldn't even get out of bed, and now....

Now I have cognac, and I'm sitting next to this beauty here.

And, of course, with all of you.

Sometime soon, Professor, my friend, I'd like to have a philosophical....

Do you hear that? Extraordinary!

That's a waltz, a waltz!

Yes, come!

Come, my child. Come, come.

Engineer, it seems that you admire this idol worshipper.

Or what else are your large eyes supposed to mean?

After all, he already took your Clawdia away from you.

And you, what do you plan to do about it?

Don't go too far, Herr Settembrini. You're also not innocent of jealousy.

Your jealousy doesn't push you to fight either.

You suffer with patience.

Therefore, the mighty Peppercorn could destroy your relationship

with your friend as well as I or Madame Chauchat could.

Everything is all right.

We're fine.

Good.

We're fine.

Sit down.

Are you feeling better now?

Professor, do you despise God's gift, cognac?

And you call yourself a man of the Church?

A man of the Church has no more pleasure in life or...?

As a man of the Church, I have to defend myself.

Most definitely, yes, I forbid you to speak of the name of God

and the Holy Church with your painfully distorted mouth.

Possibly, it is not too late to explain to you that the Church

is the embodiment of the religious, ascetic ideal

and never was, and never will be, an advocate or supporter

of what you lustfully and theatrically embody

and with your sovereign and pretentious nature display to us.

Contrarily, the most important words in the flag of the Church

are revolution and the radical extension of worldly lust and power.

Stay calm, Professor Naphta.

Since when can you be seduced to impose your theories,

which are especially dark, onto a person

who we know has absolutely no interest of politics?

Nevertheless, I have to defy you in this situation.

The Church is, and will remain, the protector of dark persistence,

Professor Naphta.

And it continues with progress, even if today

it declares to be revolutionary with its eloquent ambassadors

and fanatics, such as yourself.

And all that is constantly done under the pretence

that its goal is to bring freedom, democracy, and education,

but in reality, it only preaches with dictatorship of the mob

and barbarism.

Listen to this. What a great democrat.

You reduce the proletariat to a mob.

Do you mean to imply that the Church--

Gentlemen, please.

Let's not argue. This is a worthwhile discussion.

Asceticism, gentlemen.

The world, its problems, and the Church....

These are all highly controversial and certainly important issues,

but I believe that we unmistakably deprive ourselves of the holiest....

Music, do you hear the Tzigane music?

The wonderful sound, and recognize the nerving accord

of death and life, Love and happiness.

All that can be found in music if you only listen closely.

And I don't think we should use music

as the background of such arguments.

That would be insulting and insensitive.

Music requires our absolute and unconditional attention!

So that we can meet the demands of love!

Our attention!

End of discussion!

What is there to stare at?

Worry about your own affairs!

I'm calm now.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...I call your attention to the height above.

Are you listening to me?

Each one of you, Look at that spot up there.

Do you see?

The black spot circling up there against the singular blue sky,

how it circles above without beating its wings!

Look at it!

Do you know what it is?

It's a bird of prey, a grabber.

A bird of prey of unbelievable size.

Yes!

Yes!

Oh, my friends, please come here. Come, come.

Come, my dear boy.

Look!

Look!

I most emphatically call your attention.

That is no buzzard, no.

No, that is also no vulture, most certainly not.

No, that is an eagle, an eagle that circles above us

and circles and circles without beating its wings,

and it circles progressively further

into a height that we can never, never reach.

Oh, my friends, that....

That is the king of the firmament,

but even the bird of the gruesome gods,

yes, the warrior of the birds, the lion of the air!

And it has a beak of iron!

And talons of immense power!

It strikes the intestines,

rips open the flesh into a bloody mess, yes!

And this bird peers at us with its clear-sighted eyes.

Yes, come!

Please come!

Oh, please come, you eerie warrior! Soar down and strike!

Tear out our eyes!

Use your talons, which are hard as steel,

and strike with them, bury them, propel them deep into our bodies!

Tear out the intestines of these creatures

which the eternal God created!

Come down, attack, strike, yes,

until your talons are tangled in entrails

and your beak drips with blood!

Blood!

Blood!

Please, forgive me.

Play music!

For the love of God, please, play music!

Darling, Pierre, Pierre!

Why...?

Why don't you dance with him?

With who?

With him.

And I'll go home with the other two.

Do you love him very much?

I don't think it would be very human of me

to discuss my love for him with you.

You...?

You love him passionately?

Listen....

He loves me.

He loves me.

And his love always makes me surrender and very proud.

You know, I belong to him.

Do you understand, or are you not worthy of his friendship?

I understand it very well.

You know, I have many....

Many problems with him and many....

Many worries about him. And most of all, many difficulties.

They result from his fear of the failing of his feelings?

We can talk about it with respect.

Everything with him has grandeur, magnificent, kingly grandeur.

It seems you are unchangeable.

I'll tell you something, you are very devious.

I don't know with certainty if you have intellect,

but I know that you're rather cunning.

That's not bad at all.

You can live very well like that.

Listen, I would very much love for us to stay friends

and form an alliance for him, but not against him,

as one usually forms an alliance.

You know....

Sometimes I'm terrified of being alone...

...especially terrified of inner loneliness.

Somehow it's terrifying.

I'm always afraid that something will happen.

I would feel much more secure if I had a good person on my side.

Well, if you want to hear it....

Maybe that's the reason I returned here with him.

I mean, to see you.

And you say that my waiting was all in vain?

I'm sorry, sir--

Please, leave us alone, my child.

- Coffee and burgundy! - I'm sorry, but we've already closed.

Will this be enough to remain open?

I'll have to ask the chef.

Tell me, do you love Madame?

I'll repeat my question, do you love Madame?

I respect Madame Chauchat, of course.

I'm very well aware that your relationship with Madame

is much older than mine.

She's a woman of attractive attributes.

I'm just an old ill man, do you understand that?

But let's get to the topic of interest,

I'd like to remind you of the evening we became friends and dined.

I asked you and Madame to accompany me to my room,

and in the doorway, I asked you to kiss Madame on the forehead.

But you refused.

You refused, and I asked for an explanation

that you didn't want to give, and I said that you were obligated to,

and now I demand that you fulfil your obligation!

Were you or were you not Clawdia's Lover during her last stay here?

Consider that it was an evening out of order,

almost falling out of the calendar, an hors-d'oeuvre, so to say,

an extra evening, a leap evening....

The 20th of February.

The 20th of February, that's funny.

Answer me finally, do you love Madame?

Excuse me, Mynheer Peppercorn, but considering my feelings for you,

feelings of the greatest respect and admiration,

it would not be very human of me to discuss with you my feelings

for your charming travel companion.

Then I will formulate it differently!

Does Madame reciprocate your feelings, your attention?

I never said that she ever shared them.

I got the picture, my friend, and now I understand everything.

I want to tell you something, if only I was younger...

...then I would answer, man to man!

I would request gratification!

Well, then....

I'll speak differently with you.

We are brothers.

I declare us to be such.

You will be my ally, my son.

We'll seal an alliance as if we were fighting for something

we believed in within this world.

And in this case...

...we'll ally in the love...

...we share for another person.

So, then....

Settled.

And now...

...stand up...

...take your glass...

...and let's drink.

Are you satisfied?

There is, of course, no word for it, Mr. Peppercorn.

I'm....

I'm terribly happy, and I still cannot grasp it.

But one should not be surprised if I stumble at first,

especially in the presence of Clawdia,

who, being a woman, may not be quite so pleased.

Leave that to me.

I'll take care of it.

And now, my....

My brother.

My son.

Please, do me this favour and leave me alone.

Farewell.

True, it has grown dark.

I could easily imagine Settembrini suddenly entering

and turning on the light so that reason could prevail.

Until tomorrow.

I hope you'll have a few fever-free days

where you'll be able to meet all demands.

That delights me as much as if I were you.

Good night.

Settled.

God!

I am here!

Come!

If you love me, show yourself!

You can kill me now!

Strychnine....

It is extremely effective.

And it meets our demands.

Recovery with the help of poisons.

The magical powers of this drug resemble the liberation

of a throng of prisoners from subterranean dungeons

who are pulled out to the light by thunderbolts.

And now leave.

Wait.

Come in.

Madame Chauchat asks that you come down immediately.

Right away.

He had it crafted according to his own specifications.

It's was modelled after the head of a cobra.

Poison taken from crows in the Coromandel Coast.

He was a man of such stature that, for him,

the failure of feeling in the face of life

was a cosmic catastrophe, a divine disgrace.

Did he know of our folly?

He guessed it when I refused to kiss you on the forehead in his presence.

His presence is more symbolic than real at this moment.

But will you permit me to do it now?

Yes, as a last good-bye.

Well, Castorp, old Swede....

You're bored.

I see you pulling that long face every day.

You're blasé, Castorp.

You've been pampered by sensations.

Am I right or wrong?

I am right, as always.

I have your latest X-ray here.

Some of the foci have healed, and a few others will soon, too.

Yet you still have a slight fever.

The doctor finds himself compelled to explore new causes.

In my opinion, you have a coccus infection, yes.

I'm profoundly persuaded that you have a strep infection.

No reason to panic.

Everyone has cocci. Every ass has streptococci.

We have recently learned that one can have streptococci in the blood

and not show any notable symptoms of infection.

The bacteriological blood test will show whether I'm right.

If I'm right and if you respond to the injections at all,

you can be perfectly healthy within six weeks.

What do you say now?

Has old man Behrens been holding up his end or not?

It is only a hypothesis so far.

Yes, but a provable hypothesis.

Tomorrow afternoon we'll tap you, we'll bleed a vein

with all the style of the old village barber, agreed?

Tell me, is it true that you, yourself, have tuberculosis?

I hear talk of it now and then.

I've been meaning to ask you.

The ill doctor heals the ill.

He is a fellow sufferer of those whose stay he monitors.

Camaraderie between doctor and patient is certainly welcoming.

But perhaps the experience of one's own illness

may cloud and confuse science.

Be quiet.

Well, my friend. Look at what I found in the library.

Here, my watch!

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

There it is.

There it is.

Accidente, Engineer.

Has it come to the point where you're playing cards?

That's not quite it.

I'm just laying the cards out, wrestling with abstract chance.

This morning I easily won three games, one after the other,

once only twice through, a record for me.

And would you believe that I've Laid them out 32 times in a row,

without being able to get halfway through even once?

Have you been informed of the newest state of affairs in politics

and the development of the world situation, Giovanni?

The momentary world situation

is very dangerous and extremely muddled.

No one can say with certainty how your country will react,

I mean, grand Germany.

Your jokes try in vain to hide the fact

that you are conscious of your state.

So then, what Kleefeld told me,

and she heard it first hand from little Elly,

who never likes to talk with us at the table.

- Imagine Elly, and here! - Yes, yes, of course.

So then, Krokowski seized Elly under scientific pretence.

- Unbelievable. - Ghostly!

Supernatural powers.

Ghostly, I say.

Ghostly!

Here are the records that Krokowski ordered.

- Which one first? - We will determine that soon.

Are all the candles lit?

Here we go!

We're ready, everyone is here, all of the candles are lit.

Ah, Hans Castorp, welcome!

Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat and stop talking.

Wait a moment.

I will now approach each of you and with a handshake,

take your oath to keep absolute silence

about everything that happens in this room.

Have courage, my friend, have courage.

Elly's preliminary control was negative.

So then, comrades, let's begin.

Elly Brand, are you ready?

Then enter.

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

How lovely.

Hans Castorp, my friend,

I trust you with the control of the medium.

Follow me.

Pay close attention.

Press the legs of the medium tightly together with your knees.

Then lift your hands, like that.

If you hold tightly, the imprisonment of the medium is complete.

Do not let go or weaken the force of your knees.

Do it in just the same way.

The medium will fall in a trance by herself, as you will soon see.

And when this happens, her guardian angel will speak from her,

a young lad with brown tresses named Holger

who has already visited us before.

We must address our wishes to him, and not to Elly.

The chain will now be formed.

Talk.

Trance.

Is Holger present?

She squeezed my hands.

He....

He squeezed your hands.

Then he is present.

We greet you, Holger.

We welcome you most heartily.

Are you willing, and do you feel capable,

to call up any person who has passed on

and who might be named by our circle

and make him visible today?

She said yes.

He!

Very well then, Holger, excuse the mistake in address.

We shall take you at your word.

The name of the beloved, whose presence we request,

will soon be called.

So then, comrades, speak up.

Who has a wish ready?

Who should friend Holger reveal to us?

We can't keep friend Holger waiting long.

I would like to see my dead cousin, Joachim Ziemssen.

Did you hear, Holger?

The gentleman named was a stranger to you in life.

Do you recognize him in the world beyond,

and are you prepared to bring him to us?

He squeezed my hands.

Fine, then!

To work, Holger!

Music!

Talk!

Ziemssen.

Ziemssen.

Ziemssen.

Deep trance!

Music, Wenzel.

Wagner, please.

I'd like to make a suggestion.

Yes?

We could....

I mean, we could play a particular piece of music.

Schubert's "The Linden Tree."

And why is that?

The spirit of the piece is very peculiar, very special.

It deals with death...

...and love.

It is not out of the question that the spirit or character of the music

could shorten the process.

Is the recording here?

- No, but I can quickly get it. - For God's sake, no!

That would destroy everything.

Here is it.

Schubert's "The Linden Tree."

Here you go.

Come, come!

Come, come!

Child, child.

Elly, Elly.

Elly, do it, do it.

Child, child.

Child, Elly.

Ziemssen!

Ziemssen!

I see him, too.

Forgive me!

Speak to him, Hans Castorp, address him!

Speak to him!

Hans Castorp!

The real outcome of our Italian's highly praised French Revolution

is the capitalist bourgeois state, a fine mess,

which one hoped to improve by making the inhumanity universal.

World capitalism, the world republic, full of democrats,

is only governed by money.

Is this how happiness and highly praised progress

should be understood?

In reality, it is like the proverbial patient who keeps shifting in bed,

hoping each new position will bring relief.

The unadmitted, secret, universal desire for war is a sign.

The war will come.

And the sooner the better.

There is still a well-tried remedy

against domestic and foreign catastrophes,

which is justice.

Your noble, your Godly concept of justice.

God and nature are both unjust.

Justice is nothing but an empty word of bourgeois rhetoric.

Or do you know when an action is just,

or do you even know what action is?

For example, the assassination of the privy council Kotzebue by Sand,

a fraternity student.

That was an action.

But what was it that urged young Sand to do that?

His enthusiasm for justice and freedom?

It was moral fanaticism and his hate for anti-national behaviour.

It is always bad to clarify something with an action

or help justice to victory.

An action doesn't yield anything

when there are intellectual problems to be settled.

Professor Naphta,

forgive me for asking if you will soon be done with your scurrilities.

What expression are you using to describe my statements?

Only with your permission, respected Professor,

I wanted to express that I am resolved

to prevent you from continuing to trouble this young man

with your equivocations.

It would be appropriate for you to choose your words more carefully.

You consider it appropriate? Such a request is unnecessary.

I'm accustomed to take heed to my words.

And my words are correctly chosen because with them I say that you,

with what you say,

try to mislead and unsettle the uncertain and wavering youth.

Yes, you, you try to immorally seduce them.

Infamy, which one cannot chastise with severe enough words.

And that's why I'm resolved to protest against it.

Infamy? Chastisement?

Ah, so the bleating sheep have taken to butting?

Have we driven the pedagogical protectors of civilization so far

that they draw their weapons?

I hope your civilian principles

will not prevent you from knowing what you owe me,

or else I shall be forced to put these principles to a test that....

Ah, I see....

That will not be necessary. I'm in your way...

...and you are in mine.

Fine, then, we shall find some appropriate way

to settle our little difference.

Let me say one more thing.

If we, as pedagogues create a doubt more profound

than your modest Enlightenment ever dreamed possible,

then we are well aware of what we are doing.

Only out of the most radical scepticism, out of moral chaos,

can the Absolute arise, the holy terror that these times require.

Here's to your indoctrination and to my justification.

You shall hear from me.

I will be waiting, Signore.

He challenged you.

He certainly did.

Are you going to accept?

It was a matter of abstractions, an intellectual disagreement.

The intellectual can never be personal.

Hans, the intellectual can very well be personal.

Then he who is not ready to fight for the intellectual and ideal

with his complete character, with all his strength,

and with his blood, is unworthy of it.

And what is most important in life is that, despite everything,

despite all intellectuality, that one remains a man.

I demand pistols!

And your much beloved student as a neutral witness!

It seemed to Hans Castorp as if a demon had come into power,

who, wicked and foolish,

had long practised under considerable influence,

but now unhaltingly and openly declared his reign of power

that suggested the infusion of mysterious terror

and thoughts of escape.

The demon named apathy, Life without time,

a life full of worry and without hope,

a stagnant life of constant dissoluteness,

a dead life.

You should make a "dong" sound.

Can't you pay attention, damn it?

Laughter and love, that's perfect.

But let me say one thing, there are things!

But if I can't any other way....

All of my yearning was for her.

If she would have only thought once of my love for her.

Whether Madame Chauchat has a soul....

She is a human of flesh and soul.

Her soul didn't want to have anything to do with mine.

And her body didn't either.

And that's why my desire for her is damned to disgrace.

And my body must squirm for eternity.

Why was my desire an enemy to her?

Am I not a man?

Is then, perhaps, a somewhat more despicable man not a man?

I'm in the highest degree, and I swear to you,

I would have topped everyone if only she had ever allowed me to!

I would have given her all the desire of the world,

if only she let me!

Castorp, and you?

You only suffered once.

Only once?

And what about my three bouts of unconsciousness?

A hell I don't even wish upon you! And I wish a lot for you!

There's not a lot missing.

From sanitarium to sanitarium the same always happened.

When I go sit down in my chair in the rest-hall,

who do I find on my right?

Herr Hirsch, a Jew!

And who do I find on my left?

Herr Wolf, also a Jew!

Everywhere Jews!

And here, now that I'm here, here in the International Sanitarium Berghof,

which is directed by an Aryan,

and now, you are sitting across from me, Herr Sonnenschein,

and stink so that I'm not able to drink my milk!

You stinking Jew!

Can't you go somewhere else?

Repeat that!

You stink!

What happened? What's wrong with him?

What's wrong?

- No, no, no! - I'll tell you something....

It's an attack. It's uncontrollable.

You have no idea, but I know. It's a body attack.

What? What are you saying?

What is this supposed to be?

What happened here?

Listen, we have to call a doctor!

Doctor Krokowski!

Director Behrens!

Good morning.

A magnificent yet cold morning.

At least below 0.

Gentlemen, I'm convinced that we--

Develop your convictions another time.

The weapons, if you please.

Do you know how to use them?

Pay attention to your friend, in case he has problems.

I don't have any.

Go ahead, do your job.

I won't kill him, amico mio. I couldn't do that.

I will offer myself to his bullet, because that is what honour demands,

but by no means will I kill him.

Get out of the way.

Go to it already!

On your signal, Castorp.

Ciao, Giovanni.

- Gentlemen, don't be hasty-- - Silence!

The signal, please.

The signal!

Well, then, we will begin without a signal.

Go ahead and fire.

You fired in the air on purpose!

I fired where it pleased me to fire!

You will fire again!

I have no such intention. It is now your turn.

Coward!

Unhappy man! What did he do?

What did he do?

Good day, ladies and gentlemen.

I must ask for your attention, please.

In respect to the situation,

the administration of the sanitarium

deems it necessary to ask all patients,

with the exception of the gravely ill and dying,

to leave the sanitarium within one week.

I ask for your understanding in the name of the administration.

Excuse me, please, what happened?

Excuse....

What happened? Can't you tell me what happened?

Excuse me, please, what happened?

Please, I didn't pay attention! What happened?

Please, tell me, what happened?

What's wrong? What happened?

What's going on? What happened?

For God's sake, what happened? Can't anyone tell me what happened?

War has been declared with Russia!

War?

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

I would have preferred to see you Leave some other way,

but the gods willed it so.

And so let it be.

Giovanni mio, take good care of yourself.

Be brave my friend, and forgive me.

Farewell, Hans Castorp.

We narrated seven years of your life.

Your prospects are poor.

The desperate dance which you are caught up in

will last many a little sinful year yet,

and we would not wager much that you will come out whole.

There were moments when you saw the intimation of a dream of love

rising up out of death.

Will love someday rise out of this worldwide festival of death, too?