Goethe! Page #2

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Do you hear that?

Damn beautiful.

A small break?

That's your b-bumpkin.

Will you come to rehearsal tomorrow?

- I can't. I have to bake and wash.

And your maid?

- She left. - What?

We couldn't afford her.

Ladies!

Have we met?

- At the dance.

I almost didn't recognize you,

without the stain.

Same here, without the tipsiness.

You are impertinent.

- You are unbridled, boisterous,

and supremely...

Well, wouldn't this be the moment

to introduce yourself.

I am Johann Goethe.

"lav I?

Saddle up and move! Right now!

What's this?

- Unforeseen events force me

I am Lotte,

Lotte Buff from Wahlheim!

Lottie!

You will certainly remember

our dear Counselor of Justice, Kestner.

Well, certainly.

- I have to praise you.

Miss Buff, you sang marvelously,

truly marvelously.

You look so inspired.

Probably the effect of church.

Could I possibly pay you a visit

for afternoon tea next Sunday,

or perhaps a little walk, if you please?

You are more than welcome, Mr. Kestner.

The Counselor seems to have

taken a liking to you. - You think?

You'll surely like him too.

- He seems decent.

A capable man, and wealthy too.

I wouldn't have thought

you capable of this.

And you, even less.

The Court assumes you have learned

your lesson and will abstain from any

future excesses.

The gentlemen are dismissed

for the rest of the day.

We should go for a ride.

- Later.

Now.

- Must we?

Yes, we must.

Come!

You can't go like that.

It's all I have.

- Hold on.

Gentlemen.

- Goethe, quite a daring outfit.

Complementary colors.

- How about green-red or pink-ochre.

Or orange-lilac?

You scoundrel!

You bastard-fart!

In a

quiet

midday slumber,

mother earth is resting in her lair.

The sun god

banishes

all anguish

with its golden hair. "

Who wrote that?

Nobody. It just...

popped into my head.

A pom

I once thought so.

But?

Nobody else did.

Particularly not my father.

We could make a short detour.

- To this village?

To Wahlheim.

Wait!

How do I look?

Irresistible.

What do you want?

Aren't you the Buff family?

- Maybe. We have nothing to give.

Anna, there are two beggars at the dour.

We are looking for the lady

who sang so beautifully last Sunday.

- At the church.

Lotte-Popotte, visitors!

For me?

The honorable Mr. Goethe. And Mr...?

Wilhelm Jerusalem.

You look very...

blue-yellow, Mr. Goethe.

It's the latest craze. Yes.

In Paris.

So which ones

are actually yours?

- All of them!

They're all my siblings.

Of course. - We're right

in the middle of baking bread.

As chance would have it,

he's an extraordinary baker's helper.

Careful, it's hut!

Snatched up!

- I want the biggest.

I want a piece.

Who will be first out to the yard?

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