Molokh Page #4

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this landscape in my mind.

I don't know when I'll be back.

As you wish, fhrer.

My blanket!

Where is my blanket?

You need a blanket, Josef.

- Martin is lying down!

- Someone needs to bring you one.

Where's my parasol?

Josef, when are we

going to eat?

I forgot to explain something,

my dear Martin.

I wanted to tell you,

dear Martin...

what is the

Thousand Year Reich.

The Thousand Year Reich

is simply...

the Biblical millenary

kingdom of the just.

Let 's go.

My dear Martin...

you're only repeating...

what the fhrer says.

The Thousand Year Reich.

The Thousand Year Reich.

Do you know it?

Is it the spiritual essence?

Is it merely a bunch of morons...

with white teeth...

and Aryan blood?

Martin, I know

you're not sleeping.

Damn!

Remember the word

of Saint John:

"The end of the world

will come...

after Jesus slays

the Serpent".

You'll never change!

Dr. Goebbels is defeated!

The party would better

not see that!

- I wish to listen to music.

- Be my guest, Klutzy.

Opera feeds the spiritual

strength of our nation!

I hate the opera!

It 's awful!

Hurry with the parasol!

Tasteless music!

Garbage! Trash from the

decadent Western culture!

I want that garbage!

Witches! A witches' sabbath

on the mountain!

You dance very well, my fhrer.

But Goebbels, really...

You must see it!

Lift!

Look at my foot.

Show me.

If your feet hurt,

you shouldn't go to the mountain.

Let 's ask Bormann for help.

Come here!

What is it, Magda?

- Bring her.

- Take her to her bedroom.

Josef, he is taking

Magda away!

I'll see you at dinner.

- God bless you.

- Hello.

Sorry... Thank you.

I see.

Damn.

Damn.

He will die anyway.

Why the cruelty?

You're not an evil man.

Your heart must be

open to Goodness.

Desertion is certainly

unacceptable...

and ought to be punished.

But I beg you to forgive him.

The concentration camp would...

kill him.

How often do you go to church?

How many SS divisions

are at my disposal?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Many.

And none of these soldiers go to

church. Do you know where they go?

To death.

Who can explain me this paradox?

Those who worship the

crucifixion don't want to die!

The answer to that...

may be found in youth.

No.

The answer to that is

in the larvae of insects.

How many eggs does a fly lay?

Millions.

How many eggs are lost?

Millions.

It means that every single egg

they lay are lost.

All of them!

But flies are still around!

They live!

I ask you, why?

I see.

You hate the church.

You forbid young men

to go to the church.

The elderly are afraid.

They don't have much time left.

Priests are in jail

or under watch.

And me?

I keep talking...

begging you...

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