Lost Zweig Page #6

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Lotte, please,

try to understand...

she's my only source

of intellectual material.

Is it from Frederica again?

- Good morning, Herr Zweig.

- Good morning.

Good morning, Herr Zweig.

A special delivery from NY.

I'm sorry. It's open.

You can't image how exciting it is.

The mail is my only link

left with the outside world...

if some government censor

gets to read it first.

I understand.

- See you.

- See you, Herr Zweig.

"Dear Steffi,

it was good to hear from you.

Here are the books

on Montaigne you requested.

I searched every bookstore

in NY for them.

It's freezing here now.

How I miss Salzburg!

It's good to know that distance

has not separated our hearts.

I forgive you for leaving me...

but has not forgotten

the pain you caused.

The chapters of your

autobiography I received...

tell me little of you...

hiding once again behind History.

It's a pity, I'm sad to say...

but you have forgotten me, too.

Even so, I still love you...

even desire you sometimes.

Love and kisses, Frederica. "

Lotte!

Lotte, can't you control

that bloody wretched dog?!

Lotte!

"My darling Fritzi,

what a pleasure it was...

to receive your letter

and the books...

for which I send you many thanks.

Letters are getting fewer.

It seems my friends

have forgotten me.

Here, we are having a wonderful

carnival week...

an extraordinary, magical,

sensual event.

But my mind is far away

from such things.

I cannot let

myself be swept along by...

this wave of pleasure

and drunkenness.

The catastrophe back home

makes all joy impossible.

You'll be happy to know

I'm writing again.

It's a strange novel...

like nothing I've written before...

about this game which

has no element of luck. "

Should I get it?

No, no.

I will take it.

Yes?

Stefan, is president Vargas!

Hurray, Lotte! We've succeeded!

We've succeeded!

The President is

in the fountain garden...

at this moment, with the pupils

of the Public Junior School.

At one-thirty pm, lunch will be served

in the President's private dining room...

but he wishes you to join him

first in the garden.

After lunch, you'll be driven home.

Mr. Zweig, I hope you do

enjoy your conversation...

with our grand leader.

Madam. Sir.

Vargas! Vargas!

Vargas! Vargas!

You can go, please.

Herr Zweig, Frau Zweig...

...what a wonderful surprise!

- Mr. President.

Those children, Herr Zweig,

are the future of Brazil...

and they have inherited

a proud past.

This country has never been

stronger than it is right now.

My government is here

for all people...

not just for the elite.

Yet I'm still criticized, Herr Zweig.

Can you explain that to me?

With respect, Mr. President...

you have also abolished

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