Lost Zweig Page #2

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we are forgetting.

There must be someone

we are forgetting!

Stefan, wanting to play chess

against yourself...

involves a real paradox.

It's like jumping over one's shadow.

"Nothing on earth puts more pressure

on the human spirit than a vacuum. "

"Nothing on earth puts more pressure

on the human spirit than a vacuum. "

Hello?

Who is it?

Who was it?

Nobody, dear.

Wrong number.

God!

My God!

My God!

Stefan, are you going out?

Yes, I've arranged to meet up

with young Davila. Remember him?

The young journalist Faerman...

introduced us to in

the palace of Vargas.

I think he's looking

for an interview.

Okay.

But don't be late, please.

Of course not.

Ten o'clock sharp.

By the way, have you finished...

my notes on Montaigne?

So, Herr Zweig...

what a wonderful work

are you writing now?

I have very few rules about writing,

dear young fellow...

but one of them is never

talk about a work in progress.

You can't even

give me a little clue?

Perhaps it's another book

about Brazil?

This beautiful land

where the future never arrives.

Have you ever heard

of Montaigne's "Essays"?

Voluntary death instead of being

forced to submit to servitude...

to moral and ideological

slavery. No?

No, I'm afraid not.

Tell me, Alberto, do you have

access to "me-de-santo"?

Herr Zweig, it is highly illegal.

The government forbids Umbanda.

I didn't ask you for the party line,

I'm simply wondering if you know one.

I know of somebody

who might help.

I'll see what I can do.

How beautiful

you are tonight, Leonie.

Sorry, I meant you're

as beautiful as ever!

Thank you, darling.

Look, tell Yolanda that her

cuddly favorite has come back.

Look, that American, Welles.

You see, Mr. Zweig?

I carry it wherever I go!

One night in NY, I drank...

I literally drank your book...

your love poem to Brazil...

along with two bottles

of Wild Turkey!

Naturally I pissed out

that poisonous bourbon...

but your description of paradise

stayed right here...

and right here.

I was almost born in Brazil.

Did you know that?

No. But thank you for your

kind words, Mr. Welles.

I just wrote what I saw and felt.

Besides, paradise is only possible

when you look back.

And don't we do that

everyday of our lives?

Mr. Zweig... "tudo Brazil"!

- This means "all is Brazil"...

- I know, I know.

...the wonderful country

of the world!

All is Brazil!

All is Brazil!

Good evening.

Good evening.

Every time I see these

poor Jewish girls...

my heart sinks.

That's life, my dear.

What could we do to help them?

Nothing!

The Jews themselves exploit them.

You know,

Welles practically lives here.

He has fallen in love

with our black girls.

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