Goethe!

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Johann Goethe is 23 and studies law.

He talks a lot and drinks no less...

Today is his doctoral examination.

The doctoral exam...

Goethe. Spelled with an "oe. "

Do you know the exact wording

of the Augustinian Principle?

Of course.

Yes?

What is it?

The wording?

The principles of common law

are not only categorical but also...

Is nut, much rather

Augustine himself a...

principle of

me, you, us? A principle of us.

Doesn't the assumption

that it is more of a principle

than of actual existence

make his principle

and its exact wording irrelevant?

At least in principle.

Maybe it's both or reversed or... or...

The young man is boldly crazy.

Boldly crazy? Nut at all!

Boldly crazy is a child

who kills his mother and father

and calls for mercy

because he's now orphaned.

That is crazy...

and bold.

Failed.

You should have

opened a book now and then.

Namely a textbook.

- Nut this nonsense by Lessing,

Shakeslear or whatever

those scribblers are called.

And best regards to your father!

Our dear Goethe, spelled "oe. "

Cold without a doctoral cap?

We should write

a few lines to Goethe senior.

KISS MY ASS!

Guetz, colon.

Give me

some water to drink. "

Freedom.

Guetz vun Berlichingen. "

It is dune.

Shit!

What's this? Get off! - Express mail.

It has to be in Leipzig tomorrow.

I see.

- It's the original. There's no copy.

I trust you.

Seems quite important.

- Important? My life is at stake!

YOUNG GOETHE IN LOVE

The nymph hurries off

into the forest's delight.

The lark soars and whirs.

Calls.

The silky green shimmers

in boundless glory...

Johann, you old scoundrel. - What are

you doing at this horrid reading?

I was about to ask you the same.

- Everything but listening.

Beauty fosters sweet hurt...

- I bet he rhymes it with "heart. "

and breaks my golden heart.

Such grandiloquence!

- Even worse:
People like it

Where is true art?

- Mine has been sent off. - Really?

Out of your brain, onto the page?

- In the mail...

Off and away.

- Goetz con Berlichingen dune and sent?

I dare bet it'll be published in no time.

- To true art!

The wildest thoughts!

Passionate. Abysmal. And forbidden.

Against reason. -Against rationality.

- Against the rules.

To passion.

- To "Sturm"... - and drink!

TWO WEEKS LATER:

Child's play!

All of it is child's play!

King of Thule! Erl King!

How old are you?

Let me be, Father.

- I let you belong enough.

"Filling wood and vale you cast

Quiet misty sheen

And for once release at last

All my soul serene. "

What is this nonsense about?

It is addressed to the moon.

To the moon?

Are you a woman or a man?

Just so you know,

I refuse to finance this ridiculous

scribbling and rhyming any longer.

The highest order of reasoning is...

- If I do as you say.

Exactly!

Exactly.

I wrote Kammermeier, who is President

of the Supreme Court of Justice.

They'd offer you an apprenticeship.

- In Wetzlar, that godforsaken backwater?

Never!

- It wasn't meant as a question.

Am I interrupting?

This just arrived for you from Leipzig.

Well, here you go, Father.

From now on,

you may well stop financing me.

Because from now on, my ridiculous

scribbling will support me just fine.

"... Thank you for your manuscript.

It is certainly proof of great diligence

and effort... we have to inform you

that we consider your play

to be completely free of all talent...

unbelievable characters,

bumbling rhymes,

a call to take justice

into one's own hands. "

One of life's lessons

is to recognize your abilities

and your inabilities.

My sun,

you will surely become

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