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The film unit "X" presents

Starring:

Introducing:

"The Devil"

What's going on here?

This young officer has disobeyed his orders.

He paid the soldiers

and they rose in defiance of the coming armies.

But they say there's been no resistance anywhere.

They say the parliament

has endorsed the partition of the country.

I've never touched a human body before.

Who are you?

I have orders to escort the political prisoners

held in this convent to Warsaw.

- There are only two. - I know, I know.

They are not under guard any more, poor men.

- The servants have fled. - Yes.

Hurry! They are coming shortly.

The sisters will show you the way.

I must go back there!

Are you Jakub,

who has been sentenced to death for attempted regicide?

No, no!

So you are Jakub, Jakub.

Quiet. We have to run, before all hell breaks loose.

Help me!

He is very weak. He had a fit.

Oh, Tomasz. I am truly sorry!

I cannot take you along, but neither can I leave you here.

I'm going to get you out of here.

Get me out of here... Yes...

Come on.

One moment. I have papers.

Yes, please.

These people! Thank you.

Hold your fire!

Fire!

All I want is for you to go back home! Remember!

Promise that you will. Go back home!

Take her to look after and comfort you.

She's a poor orphan.

Freedom in return for that one promise!

You get it?

Just one promise, remember!

Don't you recognise me?

Jakub, it was me who saved you from that bloodbath!

Don't be a fool. I saved your life.

Here is the witness.

And Tomasz?

Well, he didn't make it. I saw him die.

But I went out of my way to save you!

And what happened here?

They are soldiers from the last war.

Did we lose?

Yes. The parliament has endorsed the partition of Poland.

- I must go to Warsaw. - Nobody must do anything now.

Remember? You promised to go back home.

- What do you want? - Nothing.

Treat me as if I was a clergyman.

I trust that you won't go astray.

All of your friends have returned and are waiting for you back home.

Ride!

Is it true that Tomasz is dead?

Do you have a place to go?

Don't say a word, sir, or you'll tempt evil.

He is sick.

Do you need help, sir?

You're afraid... Stay with us, young sir.

We accept everyone.

I am Hertz, the owner of the royal theatres.

I didn't always roam these forests with this gang of fugitives.

And you are a beauty, young sir.

None of our boys is a match for you.

Even though you don't know tricks and can't act,

we'll cast you in a tableau vivant;

we'll strip you naked; we'll show...

- No, I will not... - You are a fool.

I would not coax you,

but how can we protect ourselves?

By being in the play?

By being in the play!

Join us, my lord.

We have tightrope walkers, actors, we move around, we produce shows.

If you're of unsound mind, you'll be safe with us.

None of them has ever been a tightrope-walker or an actor before.

But one can learn anything, sir. I insist.

We have a Turkish girl from afar,

brought all the way from the Bosphorus.

She knows many a trick and she's eager.

Come on, I'll show you what she can do.

Maybe you'll lose your mind over her.

Want her? I'm giving her to you, for free.

You are so pale and very young, I guess,

beneath that dirt and the beard.

I've been away for years. I must go home.

I'll let you go, but strip first.

Let us clean you up, so that we may admire you a little longer.

Don't be stubborn, cadet.

Now everybody is free to do anything.

Now everybody runs far from everything.

Now everybody runs far from everything.

We did not meet in a sweeter life.

Do you know me?

The cadet I knew died long ago.

And he died for sure,

or else we would not have been going to play

at the wedding party for his fiancée.

- What are you saying? - It was you who said that the king

was enthroned by a woman,

and that being enamoured with the allurements of women

was the root of this whole decline.

But the king treated you like children.

So what is a decline, cadet?

A weakness for sin?

Or, is sin the face of weakness?

Let him go, or else we shall quarrel for his attentions.

Wait here. I'll be back right away!

You have come just in time. All the time I had to shuttle here

between you and this... embarrassment of a company!

You can't imagine how tiring it is. It hurts.

Tell me why you secured my release, if you've been following me all along?

- You don't even let me come... - I? It's a misunderstanding.

Stop thinking of me. I am not here!

I am nothing, like thin air.

While you've been away for so many years, a lot has changed here.

Take it easy! Take it easy!

It's all my fault. I am the lowest of rats, a louse.

Why am I showing it to you? For what purpose? What for?

Look, these are the voguish patriotic dances

on the grave of our independent homeland.

They are my friends, my childhood friends.

Shut up. I have not waited for you this long

merely to watch them murder you.

- Is that the way you remembered her? - No.

How do you remember her?

Without that...

Without that fruit of her sinful love?

- I have the right to show up. - No, you mustn't be so selfish.

Look at her! She's happy!

If you intrude, you will complicate her life.

- What is more, you could become... - What?

...dangerous for her. Don't you believe?

Come and see.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Martyrs.

I bless you all, who have come here

with the godly aim of saving our miserable, fallen homeland.

To seal this alliance with the sacrament,

approach and witness this marriage ceremony which today symbolises

the vows that shall wed you to the miserable motherland.

- I thee wed... - I thee wed...

...to cleave to you

- and be faithful to you... - and be faithful to you.

- In weal and woe... - ...in weal and woe.

- In wealth and in poverty... - ...in wealth and in poverty...

Just as I wed...

The fate and the rescue of my homeland...

- ...until my last drop of blood. - ...until my last drop of blood.

- ...until I breathe my last. - ...until I breathe my last.

Witness the national church and the Supreme Being.

- ...and the Supreme Being. - Amen.

Amen.

Jakub!

She almost saw you!

You can appear before her in a moment.

I'm sorry. It's an excess of emotion.

- It was a ghost, understand? - No, no!

It was a ghost. Ghosts don't exist. They don't exist.

Just a ghost, a ghost. It was a ghost, you see?

A ghost...

You see?

A ghost...

I hate what I am doing to you.

I shouldn't.

It's hideous, damn hideous.

You sacrificed yourself for them,

and they are copulating right in front of you, like rabbits.

I loathe it, Jakub, I loathe it.

They are animals.

And you, between them, like Jesus.

You have a fiery sword to demand.

No, no, no!

Why hit me? Why?

I am sick!

You should pity me!

You are like me! I surrender to you.

Trade off for a fang.

Before the fit, I felt like God in His youth - omniscient!

Father!

Papa!

Your father, young sir, is dead.

Dead for two weeks already.

A bullet blew off the top of his skull.

He took his own life!

The dead father, dead!

You had a home, castaway, you had a fiancée!

You raised your hand against the king,

the Lord's anointed!

May you be cursed!

Angels... They are coming!

This is my fiancée's room. You'll get some rest here.

Why is Father lying naked, and how dare you wear his clothes!?

Sir, somebody had to, or everything would have gone to pieces.

The father set it on fire himself.

- And who are you? - Ezekiel.

Do you know me?

I am from the east, from the confederates.

I had been warned that you might come.

Who are you waiting for?

Your sister.

Jakub, Jakub, Jakub!

They told me you went to study, you were beaten up, you were dead.

Where have you been, sister? To the ballroom?

Only for a short while.

You won't beat me?

I've learned to take pleasure from being beaten.

What about our father?

Jakub, your father went mad, crazy! He said you had left for England.

- What did to this girl?! Ask! - Who the hell are you?

I am the one who is to marry her!

Calm down, please.

It is going to be different. Rest.

Do you hear me?

Calm down! Listen to me!

Sin is like a swamp, you could drown in it.

If you hit the very bottom, you rebound

and you rise up to the surface, purged.

For what's the use of redemption, if there is no sin?

How else would you face the Lord if not by telling Him:

give me a place in the Paradise of Heaven,

for I have known hell on earth.

Come, we must bury Father.

This odour is poisoning the rooms throughout the entire house.

I beseech you.

Take her. She won't let me go!

He used to sit under this tree, reading fairy-tales to me.

My father died a long time ago in the same place where I was born.

They rose under huge banners bearing the image of the Holy Virgin

to expel foreign troops from Poland, rout the heretics,

and eradicate all that was not Polish.

My father used to say he was a citizen of a free world

in which all violence and revolution were the work of criminals

who sully the goodness to which Man should aspire.

You father believed himself to be a citizen of the free world,

but the world is not free, Jakub.

The world is enslaved.

The weak are enslaved by the strong,

the wise are enslaved by the criminals,

the poor are enslaved by the fools.

And all of us, dwarfs among the dwarfs,

are in the captivity of God.

So your father was weak.

Why have you not buried him yet?

I wished to keep your home intact

and prevent our sister from going to the dogs.

Our sister?

I am your brother, Jakub.

I am one of your mother's other sons.

Mother? I have no mother.

My mother has never been with us.

She has never wanted to be my mother.

She left us when I was a child. And later on...

She is back. I have come with her. She has raised me to be a patriot.

What?

According to your father,

our sister's body is the same as our mother's,

so she is within our sister...

Younger and not dying of such debauchery and lasciviousness.

Did you intend to kill me,

or the Mother of God whom you've killed in yourself?

Ask him.

Ask him.

Answer me!

Answer!

Nations may rot and fall, but one thing never changes:

traitors, cowards and killers always prosper.

I can show you the way.

The future belongs to those with foresight.

That is why you must gain the awareness.

It is only against this awareness that the national cause

begins to shine and becomes what it is,

like the distant Northern Lights.

You see? That is the whole truth.

I am at your service

and devote my time to you,

yet you assail and abandon me,

helpless in the forest.

Mother. Mother. Mother.

I've heard of her a little.

Only she has climbed ahead.

How?

In a reasonable way.

You know how?

By harlotry. Do you want to see her?

Yes, yes, yes.

Here is the plan and a horse.

You cannot stray.

What a surprise! A visit from a handsome young man.

Oh, but this young man is dishevelled,

unhappy, going through a storm of feelings.

Or maybe he is infatuated with one of my girls?

With you.

- With me? - Yes.

But I am the plainest and the oldest.

- You mustn't fall in love with me. - Please.

Go away, girls.

Have you come to make fun of me?

Are you bringing me a letter, orders, money?

No.

- Are you really fond of me? - Yes.

This is expensive.

The biggest fortune-holders in the country used to go bankrupt over me.

Certainly.

There were some who paid just to have permission to brag

that they had spent a night with me.

- Will you spread that around too? - No.

Who are you?!

Why do you stare at me like this?

You are beautiful.

Come, then, come.

Come.

Do it for me.

Please.

Please.

Mother! Mother!

We practice here. This is our school, you see?

Those are animals and this, this is a man,

an instrument, a plaything.

I need money, so what's your choice?

Either you'll watch me with him, or I'll do it with you.

Your pleasure will be a hundred times greater than with that old hag.

All she has down there is one huge wound.

Save your hands!

Where are you?

Don't leave me alone now!

Where are you!? I need you!

No, no. I don't know, no, no, no.

- Were you looking for me? - Yes.

Give me your hand.

Maybe I'll find my peace with you.

Maybe all will be as it was before.

It is too late, Jakub.

They call you crazy Jakub,

or Jakub from the nuthouse,

Jakub sick-in-the-head.

Will you catch me, Jakub, like you used to?

I'm sorry.

Did you know that Mother now lives not far away from us?

Yes, I knew.

Do you wish to see her?

Father took me for her shortly before he died.

There were people from the castle, they asked questions.

I didn't know what to tell them.

They said somebody attempted to kill the count last night.

You are bloodstained.

Yes, I can still smell this odour.

Now, tell me how Father really died.

Your father set the house on fire

and shot himself in the head with a silver bullet

he had unscrewed from, you know what:

from the sugar bowl.

So why don't you kill me and end my torture?

I can't, Jakub.

You are my brother.

You are sacrosanct, Jakub - a symbol.

One day, generations will shed tears over your name.

What have I done that thou Dar'st wag thy tongue?

In noise so rude against me? Such an act.

That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.

Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose.

From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows.

As false as dicers' oaths...

Ay me, what act, that roars so loud...?

Mother... have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor? O shame! Where is thy blush?

Rebellious hell,

if thou cast mutiny in a matron's bones...

These words like daggers enter in mine ears.

No more, sweet Hamlet!

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax.

And melt in her own fire.

A king of shreds and patches!

Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,

You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

Alas, he's mad!

Do you not come your tardy son to chide.

That, lapsed in time and passion,

let go by the important acting of your dread command?

Do not forget.

This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

But look, amazement on thy mother sits.

O, step between her and her fighting soul!

Speak to her, Hamlet.

How is it with you, lady?

Alas, how is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

And with th' incorporeal air do hold discourse?

...your spirits wildly peep... your bedded hair...

- I come to take you home. - You don't need to.

Now I am rich, Jakub.

I'll be able to pay you back for what you did for me.

You don't understand.

I beseech you. I want to take you home.

I can't, I must tell you something.

When they took you away and sentenced to you to death,

Father went to Warsaw to intercede

and in return he gave me to those who had influence at the court.

Finally he gave me to the king himself.

You did all that for me?

- Jakub, you will have to explain. - What?

We mourned for you long ago.

I read your death notice myself.

Now you are back and haunting my wife.

Where is the essence of our vows, brothers in conspiracy:

fidelity, courage and self-denial?

You are not answering me.

Nobody came out alive from the convent

where you and Thomas had been locked up.

How did you escape? Why have you come here?

You've known all along that I am alive.

What can you set against me,

chief conspirer, a bastard and a whip?

I come only to take what is mine.

Alkar!

Take her away!

Tie him to the horse!

There is nothing wrong or mean in that.

People are weak. You must understand. Life is not at a dead centre.

Here we swore to save Poland, to do all in our power...

To kill the king, kidnap the ambassadors,

write a new constitution - a just one.

Here we swore on your and Thomas's life.

- You betrayed us. - Never.

They bit you, they broke your arms!

Never.

You will get nothing of what belongs to me.

I want that baby. I want her. You won't wrest her.

You are sick, Jakub, insane.

I cannot give her back to you.

There is a new conspiracy.

There will be a revolution, an uprising.

When your father changed so much,

I took her to my house, gave her a home and the name, Jakub.

I could have been in your shoes, and you in mine.

You would have done the same.

You recognise it?

- You want to kill me? - Before you spread more evil.

Listen, you ought to get treatment.

I cannot give her back now. I'll give you money.

You'll go abroad, only give her up,

for the sake of our friendship. Give her up, for her sake.

That's exactly the truth about you.

I love her.

You haven't been with me lately.

You were getting on well all by yourself.

And now?

You are losing strength.

You don't believe in what I'm showing you.

And what are you showing me?

That you've been rejected. You sacrificed yourself in vain.

Not in vain.

Around you is a void circle,

except for the stinking corpse, betrayal, broken vows, uselessness.

Speak.

What does a lumberjack do

when tangled boughs block his way in the forest?

He slashes.

You said it.

This is the result, the essence of all morality, all laws.

When you kill, you leave behind only a trail.

Thus yours is the work of expurgation.

Purify. I give it to you.

I place all sins around you into your possession.

What do you want in return?

I have little time left

and it takes a long time before you see everything, Jakub.

There are other matters I must address.

I settle them, restless, arranging encounters

to speed things up. We must make it in time.

Make it where?

Remember what happened at your Mother's?

What?

- You did what had to be done. - What?!

You purged.

But, Jakub, I saved your life.

A bad boy.

Look, look how much time

and health I squander because of you.

- You're waiting for me? - Yes.

Why?

You are insane.

- So what? - They call me insane, too.

Why are you telling me that?

Do you like me?

- Yes. - We, together?

Yes.

I cannot give you anything but myself.

Do you want to try?

- Aren't you afraid? - I want you.

Come.

It's my heart.

Drink from it. Is it good?

I am cold.

- What do you feel? - Neither fear nor repulsion.

- How are you feeling? - Differently than so far.

Safe?

You are good to me.

Play, play what you played at the castle.

...Peace! sit your down And let me wring your heart,

for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff,

If damned custom have not brazed it so.

That is proof and bulwark against sense.

What have I done that thou Dar'st wag thy tongue.

- In noise so rude against me? - Such an act.

That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,

Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose.

From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows.

As false as dicers' oaths...

Ay me, what act?

Have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?

You cannot call it love, for at your age.

The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,

And waits upon the judgement.

But sure that sense...

This time I did everything as you wished.

We wanted the highest glory for Poland,

control over the magnates, equality among people,

defence of the old frontiers.

That king was sinful, naught but lace.

He kept the throne only as the lover of the tsarist empress.

I had to do it.

The Turkish woman followed you, and so did our Hamlet!

- They were murdered. - Murdered? Who killed them?

- Foreign troops. - You are all bloodstained.

Where have you been?

I killed them with this razor.

Ride on. Leave us alone. You killed them?

Yes.

Come. I won't tell anyone.

Now I won't defend myself against anybody.

Don't defend yourself. Your beauty will defend you.

No!

Help! Help!

See? If I were not here, who else would help you?

Tell me, who else?

It's you who always push me into a blind alley.

Who are you? Who?! A lunatic, a madman?!

To tell you the truth, I wanted to be a dancer.

My dear, you must not behave like this.

You must be strong,

survive the worst.

Those were only jokes.

You won't succeed without a sense of humour.

Stay sober.

Remember, like a God in his youth!

I am with you.

Now run home, home!

Today there was another ball at the castle, Jakub.

He will want to kill you. I told him that I love you.

I'm a big hit with the boys.

I could take a different one home every day.

It's exciting, captivating!

Terrible!

Terrible!

Did you see Mother?

What is she like?

- She is... - Her return killed Father.

She came here only once, for a visit,

and then he shot himself, and besides...

What?

- I cannot tell you this. - That boy let you go twice.

I was told you hung around the minstrels who brought us weapons.

You make secret visits to the castle, you roam the forest.

You were heard shouting there.

What do you want, Jakub? Where do you want to take us?!

- Me and him! - You've also been to Mother's!

They found the corpse of one of her girls there.

How do you know this?

Mother brings us money and orders from Warsaw.

What did you do to her?

Can't you see, dung-brains,

that I want to save her from hell, from fornication?

By flogging?

- They flogged you, too, in the castle. - Yes, we deserve to be flogged.

Don't kill him. I'll do anything you want.

I am illegitimate, Jakub, a farm-hand.

Nobody!

But I preserve goodness and virtue.

Meanwhile, you, the righteous, the hero, shall perish

under the carrion of the old world!

And I will build you a monument with these hands of mine.

And she will be...

...lying at its foot, instead of Beauty.

Them. Who brought them here...?

Did you see?

I slept.

I have erred terribly.

One need not want for anything, dream of anything.

It's best to understand nothing.

Come.

I shouldn't have taken you along.

Go back where you came from! Can't you see they are after me!

Go away!

Go!

Like a dog, like a dog!

If you want to be with me,

you must be sinful, just as I am.

It's grown long again.

How silly you are.

Blackberries.

There are no blackberries here. It's winter.

Lots of blackberries. Aren't you hungry?

Hungry?

Not far from here is the castle where I used to play as a child.

We'll find it and we'll be safe.

- Shall I tell you how it was? - Yes.

When I was going to kill the king

I had a fever and I let them catch me.

I was not inured to killing.

I fainted on the threshold of his bedroom.

And now...

Now we are together.

Together?

For the killers and the insane,

for those burning with anger,

who wish to shed the burden of the Universe's

injustice from their shoulders, for the proud and the humble,

for those who cause bloodshed, for the weak and the defeated,

for the helpless, for the killers, the criminals...

This is blasphemy! Who are you to accept all that?

Were you with him when he brought them into the room?

Away! Away!

Wait...

It's a trap. Please don't go there.

At last.

I escaped once they'd stopped watching me closely.

You knew I would come here?

When they chase you,

when everyone is against you,

this is your only shelter.

Only we two remember this place.

We cannot stay here.

Now they are hunting both you and me.

They won't give us a chance.

Only here we go back in time to the pure beginning,

for this way one can erase the evil that has been done.

How?

Gently, gently.

I have made our old room ready.

Carry me.

What's wrong with you? What is it?

Come, you must help!

Jakub!

All sins must meet their punishment.

This will not be born, either.

Everything has worked out as you wanted.

My reasoning is boorish,

that is why it agrees with what is.

You are wiser than me.

But I suffer like you.

I know all about you,

only because I agonise over it as if it had happened to me.

Come, I'll show you one more thing. Come.

Go, please. Go and see.

It's funny, but I can't be angry with you for long.

There is so much snow there.

I thought I would never find it.

Have you come to hurt me again?

No, lady.

Tell me about you.

When a woman realises she has hit a wall,

she usually returns to the places

where she used to be happy, particularly if they pay her for it.

- Who pays you, Mother? - Somebody pays.

I earn a wealth of money

and I can help you to avoid persecution.

And where did the money you gave Ezekiel come from?

Come on, I'll show you is really who.

This is Jakub, the killer, my son.

Welcome, welcome...

You see.

See that one?

I had him with the ambassador of a foreign power.

He is sick in the head, but strong and handsome.

I brought him from afar to please wealthy ladies

of the best stock, and to bring me profits.

In front of you today,

he shall have the one of your choosing,

in any manner you wish.

Take a vote!

Girls!

Now you see what I'm offering you.

You will perform in my circus, you will be safe here.

And if you happen to murder someone

during your performance,

that licentious company will be more than delighted.

- He is afraid of losing you. - He isn't afraid of anything.

He is just a petty clerk.

They don't entrust him with serious business.

- He is waiting, Mother. - What for?

Purgation.

He gives you money to finance such plots?

Money is no offence.

But why is it you, Mother?

Because I am what matters, not the rest of the world.

A decline never means anything, Mother.

Only the growth of powers

indicates the provenance of the light that strikes us.

Mummy, Mummy!

Mum!

Mum!

What for?

Never mind.

Ride on and I'll trick our pursuers.

When it's all over, come and meet me under our tree on the hill.

Then you'll hear what I want from you. Move!

Depravity comes

when people agree to live without ideals which are not theirs.

The worst depravity is when one stops protesting.

In the final reckoning,

the worst depravity is passive acquiescence.

That is why I've dug him up for you. See how handsome he still is?

He will guard you.

He won't let you flounder in sin, because you are afraid of him alone.

Only his love scares the hell out of you,

and only in his cadaverous all-embracing love

can you find the reflection of what you yourself really are.

I shall not let you fall, sister.

We shall be rising to the light together,

until you are cured.

Take arms! Brothers, compatriots!

Take arms! Long live!

Listen, Jakub, a national uprising is in the offing.

We shall arm the peasantry, give them land,

we'll expel the occupier

and found a church of National Fraternity.

A man should live nobly,

even if he sees no reason for it,

simply because, amid this confusion of beauty and ugliness,

virtue and vice, where he is to find his own way?

He must wish to remain on the side of noble-mindedness and good.

And the lumberjack? What does he do

when he wants to blaze a trail for himself

through the tangled boughs?

He slashes.

You said it.

In the name of the Father... the Son...

Why?

Killer, arsonist, spy!

I did let you go, I did believe what you said - so why her?

She did love you, didn't she?

She was as innocent as a flower.

Why?

I challenge you to a duel.

It's between you and me.

You said we are interchangeable.

I could be in your shoes, and you in mine.

Lord, please. He killed the emissary.

The whole plan of this conspiracy is falling apart.

Ezekiel?

In the name of our old friendship,

in the name of the woman we both loved,

in the name of my sacrifice for you without hesitation, please.

Let him go.

- It's suicide. - Pistols!

Please, don't.

- Why do you hate me so much? - Because you are so big.

Jakub, my God, my God,

the hunters will be here any time now.

They are following your trail.

Here I have prepared the paper, pen and ink.

What for?

- I want you to give me the names. - What names?

The names of those you did not betray under torture.

But you know all those names.

They are the names of the people you showed me in the ballroom.

I see.

Well, I want you...

to confirm that it was me...

who foiled the conspiracy against the new authorities.

Sign it.

Come on!

Sign!

What I want from you after all I have done for you

is just ridiculous.

Sign it, sign it!

Is my signature so important to you?

What is not written does not exist.

What else can I do for you?

Take care of her.

Anything else?

Yes, I want you to help me climb higher.

All right.

- Listen... - Yes?

Tell me. Does the world appear so ugly to me

because I am sick, or because it really is so?

You ask me a difficult question...

You see, the world is not hideous, the world is beautiful.

You see, there are flowers, gardens, fruits, women.

I cannot tell you about it. I must dance it out for you.

Away!

Change your tone!

You are very close to me. We are the same.

Go away!... no...

Good, but think if you'd given me these names

when I asked for them then, in your cage, on the first day.

What names? I haven't given you any names.

How sad it is when we are but a mere plaything in somebody else's hands.

What's your name, little one? Theodore. Theodore.

Theodore, go back to God.

You behaved amorally.

You wrestled with him as if his soul was at stake.

But Man has no soul, has he?

Soul, what soul?

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