All language subtitles for Der Zauberberg - CD1-en

The story of Hans Castorp,
that we would like to tell you here,

happened a long time ago.

It is, so to speak,
covered by the time that has passed

It cannot be narrated at all
except in the form of a remote past.

This story is much older
than the years in which it had passed.

It is not exactly the time that the
history owes its degree of antiquity.

On the contrary, it occurs... or to
avoid any form of gift,

it "occurred" that
Back then, a long time ago.

It happened in the time before
of the Great War, whose outbreak

marked the beginning of so many things,
that have barely started yet.

Excuse me.

Yes, what do you want?

Can you lend me a pencil,
please?

Yes, if you promise to return it.

See, it's very simple.
You just need to push it up.

Castorp!

Who gave you permission
to leave your place?

Davos-Dorf!

So, dear cousin,
how was your trip?

Good, thank you.

Don't tell me you
Are you still sick?

He looks at me as if he had already received
I bid your promotion to lieutenant...

just arrived from
military maneuvers..

I wish.

- Can I see your luggage receipt?
- Yes, it's just a suitcase.

I'm in a carriage.

Come home with me, won't you?

With you? When?

In three weeks, after
have rested a little and

When should I start working?
with old Wilms at the shipyard.

Why should you?
Aren't you happy about this?

Yes of course...

Engineer is a beautiful profession,
but it requires a lot of work.

Yes, the best profession indeed
It's an Officer!

Yes sir, apprentice officer!

But this can only be done
with healthy lungs.

At my last regular exam,
the head doctor told me

that I would probably have
to stay another half year.

Half year?

Are you crazy?

You are already here
six months ago.

We don't have that much time!

Oh yes, time.

You won't believe how they
They treat people's time here.

Three weeks are like one day.

He's from the Schatzalp Sanatorium.
It's a little higher than us.

They have to transport the bodies
down on sleds in winter

because the roads are impassable.

The bodies?

Translation and subtitles:
Alexandre Blankl Batista

A film by Hans W. Geissend�rfer

Based on the novel by Thomas Mann

THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN

There are patients who, when they have
an attack, they open the door to...

Let it be heard how sick they are.

Because the more a person is
sick, the more esteem we have for her.

This way.

No! Please no!
I don't want to!

I'm still fine!
I'm still healthy!

Please leave me! I am scared!
No! Please no!

No! I don't want to! No!

No! I don't want to! No!

No! I don't want to die!

No! I don't want to die!

Prying is prohibited
in other rooms.

Young lady, don't make such a fuss!

There's the gong.

You are so pessimistic!

What you touched
last night was horrible!

Simply horrible!

For the last time, I
I won't thank you!

But I could thank you!

You know I'm capable of preparing
28 different types of fish sauce?

But my husband appreciated
each of them.

He told me to write mine
recipes before I came here.

You can do something with them,
or give someone joy.

Not every housewife is capable
to make 28 fish sauces,

28 varieties of sauces,
I say 28 different ones!

By the way, this morning,
I did my "retina" exams.

Routine!

Anyway, this morning,
I took my exams, young lady.

On the right side above...

And on the left side
below the armpit...

Slowly slowly!

Why eat so fast that you
choke? Slowly!

My friend!

See, it's better now.

You'll be fine.

Buongiorno! Sir, buongiorno!
No, please don't bother.

My cousin Hans Castorp,
Mr. Settembrini.

Mr. Settembrini is a learned scholar.

He wrote to German newspapers
mothers on the eulogy

by Carducci, winner
of the Nobel Prize.

Oh, so you're just
a guest here,

like Odysseus in the Kingdom of
Shadows, am I right?

May I ask how you
How are you feeling here?

It's all still very new to me,
and I'm still a little confused.

- Confused?
- Yes.

Yes, and I didn't sleep well either,

and Director Behrens immediately
He noticed that I was anemic.

Good! This is magnificent.

As it so well says in the opera
your great maestro:

"The bird hunter,
I am. Always happy."

A sneaky guy,
this Radamanto.

Oh, I bet you don't know yet.
He is an artist. He paints with oil.

It is also not prohibited,
He does this to entertain himself.

But I must add,
he has melancholic tendencies.

You are sarcastic!

Sarcastic?
You mean malicious.

Mr Castorp,
I'll tell you something.

Malice is the soul of criticism,
he understands?

and criticism means the origin
of progress and enlightenment.

Oh, please excuse me.
I apologize.

Dr. Krokowski!

This is your place
this morning, right?

Here I am talking about civilization,
progress, and enlightenment, too,

and there you are, standing behind
from me "in persona".

- Gentlemen, excuse me,
please.

I can prepare nothing less than
that 28 different sauces for fish...

An Italian?

Is he very sick?

I can't keep quiet.

I must tell you, this Krokowski only has
a thought in your head,

and it is a filthy thought.

I swear.

Well, I'd like to start
with the sauce for the blue carp,

but maybe it's the choice
wrong to begin with...

It is made with two spoons
of soup from the best flour

and half a nutmeg.

But what do you think...?

A female, naturally!

That's Madame Chauchat,
a charming woman.

French?

No, she is Russian,

but your husband may be French
or of French descent.

I have the impression that
I've seen it before.

The one who is her husband?

No, he's not here.
He never came here.

We don't know about him.

She must learn to close the door
carefully, without letting it hit.

It's a lack of education.

Well here I come!

Stop playing.

- Please, Mrs. Brandt.
- Unbelievable.

Please please!
Help me please!

I don't want to leave!
I don't want to leave here!

- I'm happy here!
- My dear Elly.

You are healthy, and here
It's not a place for healthy people.

You'll have a good life down there.

Now, be good and go down to
to the train station with your father,

otherwise you will miss the night train.

- No, no, no!
- Yes Yes Yes.

No, I don't want to go!
Get your hands off me!

I don't want to go home!
Get your hands off me!

Here is my home!

Here's my...

Elly.

- Elly, now, come on, be good.
- No, no, no!

Come, my dear. Let's go
It's the train station together.

You'll be back in the fall.

You will be back,
Who knows for another quarter.

Quickly! The farewell song.

Oh my land, my dear land,

when will I be back
seeing your face,

Oh my land, my dear land...

I must explain the situation to you.
It was the beginning of May.

The lake was some
few degrees above zero.

She went to bathe in the lake,
trying to contract some disease

so she could stay here,
Do you understand?

But, unfortunately, without success.

She was, and remained,
quite healthy.

And how are you doing?

I assume you,
like most others here,

spent his first day, so
say, in a horizontal position.

Do you think this style
of a dull life?

I'm not bored,

I still have this feeling of
I've been here for more than a day.

As if I had become
older and wiser.

As you had become
wiser. Angry!

Can I ask you a question?

How old are you?

- Pardon me?
- I mean, how old are you?

Would you like to know
how old I am?

Yes! Yes, I would like to know
how old are you.

24.

This means that I
I'm 24 years old.

Sorry, but almost not
I knew how to answer your question.

Tell me frankly, if you think
possible Mrs St�hr

know how to prepare 28 different types
of fish sauces, as she said?

I need to know if
She said she could,

or if I just imagined,
and she never said it.

24 years old, Signor Castorp?

28.

28 fish sauces.

Not sauces in general, but
sauces for fish in particular.

Signor Castorp, I beg you,
please control yourself!

and stop talking
in this demoralized trash.

You're 24, you say?

Oh, yes, you do
tell me my age.

Signor Castorp, allow me
give you a suggestion.

Because you don't feel comfortable
here, pack your bags tonight

and leave tomorrow on the first train.

You mean that
Should I leave?

But I just arrived.

No...

But no, how can I judge
after a single day?

- Good morning.
- Hello.

So, my dear judge,
How are you?

Well thanks, just adapting
It's a peculiar atmosphere here.

It's difficult for me, even though
It's already my fourth day.

You really should stay
during the winter,

but I heard you want to stay
just eight weeks, correct?

- Three.
- Oh, three!

But that's not even worth it
take off your hat and coat.

Well, do what
find better.

This is terminal. He passed
for a few good ones.

Drunk on oxygen
yesterday and today, this sweet tooth.

But by lunchtime
will be "ad penates".

Well, my dear Reuters,
Did you sleep well?

Well, yes?

What would it be like if we ended
with another bottle?

Bye, I'll be
back soon.

There is nothing simple about
the powerful instinct of love.

It is by its very nature,
composed of many elements.

Emotional obstacles
and corrective instincts

are acts to level and restrict
the perversities of love,

thus resulting
into a sensible whole.

My God, Joachim, life is beautiful!

It's a fight of chastity
against love, but how does it end?

And one of the things that
makes you so beautiful

It's the way women
They dress seductively.

But what sense does it make when
Is the woman sick inside?

Is there somewhere in your
lace dress to leave

the curious men
about her body?

Your sick body inside?

Stay quiet!

A still repressed love
didn't die. Live!

I understand why you forbid yourself
in loving the beautiful Marusja.

Absolutely sensible.
Absolutely.

Want satisfaction in the dark
and in the deepest secret...

- What is he talking about?
- But then what is this shape?

This suppressed mask, love
hidden will reappear?

This mask, in this way, is illness.

All illness is just love
transformed.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for your attention.

For Hans Castorp, his story
of love with Madame Chauchat...

... the expression "love story" was used
for him, regardless of our judgment...

...For Castorp, the noisy pulse of
His chest gave her great satisfaction.

It was enough that Hans Castorp
think of Mme Chauchat...

and I did it to find the feeling
to explain the pounding of his heart.

Aren't you coming for coffee?

Well, what's wrong?

I have a temperature
slightly high.

What does that mean?
Do you feel feverish?

I've been feeling feverish for
long enough, my friend,

all the time.

But now it's a
question of precise fact.

I measured.

Did you measure? With what?

With a thermometer, of course.
It's on the table.

It's just a little high.

Yes.

L� 99.5.

Then it lowers a little.
It was actually 99.7.

Basal vesicular right.

Thick.

Very thick.

Noise.

Well, Ziemssen, it's fine.

Everything is as
it was to be expected.

- How long do you think...?
- Are you going to bother me again?

You cannot intimidate recruits
around in the condition it is in.

I said it was six months,
and six months will be.

Life isn't so bad around here.
We are not a Siberian salt mine.

So that's good, Ziemssen.
Finished with you!

Can go.

Yes, Ziemssen.

Oh yes, it's your turn now.

Yes.

Do you have a...

...a nice cousin...

...That soon
We hope to tell you...

... that will be cured
at that point.

He's just a half-cousin,
Mr. Director.

Now, you won't deny
Your own cousin, right?

- Which side is the kinship?
- On my mother's side.

- And is your mother okay?
- No. She died when I was young.

- From what?
- From a blood clot, Mr.

-And her father?
- He died of pneumonia.

- My grandfather too.
- Him too?

Here.

Do you hear that?

- It feels more hollow there.
- Very good.

Should become
an expert.

It's a muffled sound, and sounds
muffles come from old infections.

It means you were
sick previously.

And here, in the top corner
straight, it has a roughness,

which is almost a rattle,

and, without a doubt, comes
of a new area.

In other words,

your scheduled departure
for the day after tomorrow

It won't be worth it.

Would you be back here
very soon.

Let's hit one
X-ray of you.

You will like
see yourself inside.

But I'm already telling you,

case like yours does not heal
from one hour to the next.

No, no!
That's all.

Just as I had
said to you, my friend.

Welcome, Mr. Castorp!
Welcome!

Just remember how quickly
of time,

and long days passing by
in the horizontal position.

So the days always seem
the same, almost repeating themselves.

Because the routine always
It's the same.

It's not right to talk
of repetitions.

The focus must be on the present, the
existing now or in eternity.

Talk about boredom, in reference
To eternity, it would be paradoxical.

And we want to avoid paradoxes,

especially in
relation to this hero.

My dear Madame
Clawdia Chauchat...

In between.

Good evening, engineer.

I started thinking
that had gone

when I saw your empty seat
in the cafeteria during lunch.

But now I see that you
is lying in bed sick.

Another one of your jokes, calling
our cafeteria dining room.

Engineer, you know what
Does it mean "to be aimless in life"?

You are a writer.

You must be able to understand that you cannot
there is a safe path for normal people

who walk, laugh, win
money and fill their bellies.

This means that you consider the
disease a worthy substitute

for normal active life?

It's crazy to sympathize
with the disease,

because the disease is very
inhumane and humiliating.

But illness makes people noble,
intelligent and frees man from routine.

A sick person
nothing more than a body.

In most cases, it is not
better than a corpse.

But here everyone is sick.
Are you really not sick?

Yes, if you look closely,
I'm very sick.

Yes, everyone
here he is sick.

The patient deserves
seriousness and respect,

just like they do
with the dead.

It is clear that you are trying to argue
using different points of view,

but without yet
a definitive character.

Allow me to help you
in your arguments

and exert a corrective influence?

"Sine Pecunia", understand?

My God.

Oh yeah
My God!

Why do you always look at me
in such a penetrating way?

You've never seen a woman
before, or what?

I am really sorry.

Embrace it.

Like this.

Now don't pretend that
He's very tired.

You will receive a
free copy, Castorp.

Then you will be able to design
the secrets of your chest on the wall

for you to show your
children and grandchildren later.

Imagine something more,
if you want.

That's right.

Press your chest against this, with
if you were full of happiness.

That's it!

Breathe deeply.

Hold your breath!

Now smile.

Perfect.

Now let's give
a look.

Come here.

Come over here.

Like this.

Here we go!

Come here.
Stay behind me.

Our eyes must
first adapt.

We have to let the darkness clear
our eyes to see better.

I have my eyes closed,
as in a silent prayer.

Open your eyes!

Now let's start
the conjuration!

You can see it,
my boy?

Can I?

Clear.

Your breathing is correct.
Keep it up.

Look at the
cavities here.

This is where the toxins come from
who must protect you.

I'm looking
for your heart.

Go ahead.

My God, I don't know if I should
allow yourself to see all of this.

Like young Hans Castorp
really feel about all this?

It was as if the seven weeks
which he had proven,

Without a doubt, I spend it on these people
pass as a mere seven days?

Or does it seem exactly the opposite to you,
that he lived here and now

much, much more than him
would it really pass?

That was something he felt
in the broadest sense,

in the sense in which he had learned
during your stay here.

Have you seen her? The one from
Overpowering blue dress?

She is also a person,
without restriction.

No self-control, spiteful,
toxic, stubborn, irritating.

But this lady
is sick.

She is certainly very sick. He has
right to behave like this.

After all, here is not a
Siberian salt mine.

Oh no! No, my good engineer,
Do you prefer oriental comparisons?

This is very understandable, since
Asia engulfs us here.

Everywhere we look,
we see only Tatar faces.

I can understand you well.
Asia hangs too much in the air here.

Asia and Europe, two giants
fighting for control of the world.

Europe has always been a land
of rebellion, great critics,

and formless activity.

While Asia embodies
inflexibility and idle repose.

This barbaric extravaganza
over time it is the Asian style.

This may be the reason why
who are the children of the East

feel so at home here.

But you shouldn't change
your habits, engineer.

Tell me, are you me
listening, engineer?

Oh, yes, of course.

What should I do?

Leave.

Leave?

I told you this in your
first night, engineer.

Yes, at that time I was free
to do it, but now...

Oh yes.
I know.

Now you keep your
legitimation card in hand,

proof of your illness,
Am I right?

Yes, the old rat catcher
discovered a spot on his lung.

This means that after
the Director's diagnosis,

you delegate yourself
advise me to go home?

Well, yes.

Yes, engineer, I delegate it to myself
advise him to go home.

So you are more cautious
with me than with others.

After all, you, yourself,
didn't leave.

This makes me sick!

It makes me sick to participate in this time
constant and continuous battle with you,

otherwise I would
answer you

that I am much more
sicker than you are!

And if I'm willing to stay,
It's because I don't want

destroy me before
my time has come!

I do it under a protest
painful of my conscience

who submits to desires
of my poor sick body!

What do you have
against the body?

Well I...

Yes, me...
I respect and love the body,

just as I love the shape, the
beauty, freedom and pleasure.

But there is a force, a principle
that it is the object of my highest

respect and supreme love,
and that principle is the mind.

Tell me, engineer, do you know
about the Lisbon earthquake?

No, there are no us
newspapers here.

Yes, this is characteristic of this
institution, my dear Giovanni,

but it doesn't seem like it
bother you.

I'm not talking about any event
current, but from the great earthquake of 1755.

Therefore...

- Voltaire rebelled against him.
- What?

Did he rebel against it?
Did he rebel against an earthquake?

Yes yes,
he rebelled.

He protested on behalf of
mind and reason against it,

as you say, this offense
scandalous nature.

And the body is nature,
Do you understand?

I will be so brave to scold you
How are you smiling, Mr. Castorp,

and I'll tell you why.

Because it is servile to accept
reasoning against nature

Without resistance and defense!

Pardon me.

Why don't you go
behind your friend?

Room 86.
Under the roof.

This way, you will be able to continue your
discussion about the body and beauty.

Mr. Castorp, you didn't notice anything
on this particular night?

- What?
- About Madame Chauchat.

She just dressed
for you.

She wears a charming dress,
even though it's not Sunday.

- Haven't you noticed that yet?
- I did understand.

But I also noticed something else,
that Madame Chauchat has marks

accentuated Asians, not to mention
the "old" and "boring" items.

She certainly has
more than 30.

Clawdia,
more than 30?

At most,
she is 28.

And as for her profile,
I forbid you from saying such things.

Clawdia is young and sweet.

Director Behrens seems to find
grace and beauty in Mme. Chauchat.

She posed as a model
for him.

He called her, and she posed for him
at least 20 times.

I'm sure you'll dream about yours
divine Mde. Chauchat every day,

Mrs. Engelhart.

Be careful for the goddess
don't get too close to you

in one of her dreams!

What are you doing here?
Haven't you read the rules?

- Sorry, but inside...
- Rules are rules!

No excuses please!
Now stay in bed!

Say, Director Behrens,
Do you sometimes paint pictures?

Oh boy!

Sorry, but I heard...

Some people say
that you paint with oil.

Well, we're all human beings
and we have our hobbies.

So, I don't deny that.

- Landscapes?
- Just like several of your taste.

Landscapes, still life, animals.

A guy like me reduces himself
to absolutely nothing.

-But you don't do portraits?
- No, not much.

Why? Do you want me
give me one?

- No, no, but I thought...
- Curiosity, hmm? Curiosity!

Just come with me, before
catch a cold out here...

Wait, wait.
I'll turn on the light for you.

One moment.

I know this face.

Do you recognize her?

Yes, this is...

This is the woman
which was on the Russian table...

...she looks alive and breathing.

Have you noticed
the way she walks?

Her face is like her walk.

She is somewhat
stealth.

Look at her skin!

Her skin here.

is realistic, or not very expressive,
in your opinion?

Quite.

Quite realistic.

I don't think I've ever seen a skin
which was so well represented.

I think almost
you can feel the person.

I'm happy.
I'm glad you like it.

Human skin here
It's a question of science.

Yes, science, that's important.

I mean... I mean, I think
It's good if the artistic relationship

is accompanied by a second,
when you see things, so to speak,

from a different point of view.

For example, from a doctor.

Basically, these are all
variations of the same interest,

that artistic activity is
simply a part of expression,

if I can put it that way.

Forgive me, I took this
wall painting.

There on the window wall she doesn't
receives no light. You will see.

I mean... With what exactly
Is medical science concerned?

I don't understand any of this, but your concern
main bread is with people.

And it is from the humanist professions, where
art and science are mixed,

to the extent that your theme
main is human beings.

It wouldn't be much
better look from here?

Of course, if you think that
it can tolerate so much light.

Want a drink
before bedtime?

What are you
Doing now?

I'm just tilting it
against the wall.

At the moment, it is a
good place for her.

Well, that's a little instrument
made for lonely gentlemen.

I usually keep it closed to
Let no one see this in a bad light.

It was given to me as a gift by a
patient, an Egyptian princess.

I hope you
don't be offended by him.

No, no,
It doesn't bother me.

You can even take it seriously or
by a ceremonial bias, if you will.

The ancients say they have
decorated their coffins

with things like this.

For them, the obscene and the sacred
were interconnected.

Well, judging by the princess, she was-
I was more inclined to the first case.

Health.

Health.

What is the body?

What is meat?

water.

The dry substance
is only 25%,

of which 20% is normal protein,

of which just a little
of fat and salt are added.

And the protein?
What is it made of?

Carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen,
oxygen, sulfur and something else.

For example, molecules
of myosin

become adherent to the protein where
muscles cause "rigor mortis".

Ah yes, "rigor mortis."
Very good, yes.

And then comes the autopsy,
the anatomy of the tomb.

So if anyone is
interested in life,

must also nourish
interest in death.

So I always remember
of my childhood,

my childhood in Russia,
you know...

Dear guests,

My dear patients.

Today, just as
every year,

we are here to give gifts
our admired master,

Director Behrens.

This year we chose
a gift, dear Director,

that we will give it
all together.

- Please put it up for sale.
- Blindfold me? This is absurd!

Can I stay on my back or close
the eyes. Wouldn't it be better this way?

- But, no!
- Let's go!

Where are you going?

And now, dear doctor,
you'll have to kneel.

Very well then!

Now, place the
head here.

- Yes yes.
- Very good.

Voil�, now he's blind.
You can start.

And the inevitable arrived, what our
hero certainly didn't expect

some time ago:
Winter had arrived.

The local winter, that
that Hans Castorp feared.

It's true he's feeding
the Mallinckrodt with fat and porridge

as pure charity?

Well he decided to help cases
serious and are on the verge of death.

Director Behrens and others
are supporting this decision.

Too bad Madame Chauchat
It's not morbid.

So her cousin would have
less problems with her,

and he could feed her
with porridge too.

Please!

Many serious cases ended

on this dance floor,

having hemorrhage
for one last time.

Walking your path
to Eternity

Here it is.

That's it.

That's mine.

My grave.

We are approaching a
one of the main attractions of the night.

Dr. Krokowski will
enter the arena.

In what attire, however,
he did not reveal it to us.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. and Mrs. Wehsaal Magnus,

Arrive directly from
Davos cemetery tombs.

You were saying
something about Lilith before.

Which Lilith do you say?

The one that
married twice?

Lilith, character from
a Hebrew legend.

This Lilith has become a ghost
and haunted young people at night.

And do you know why?

Because she was pretty, hair
full and long, Giovanni.

How disgusting, a specter
with beautiful hair.

You just can't tolerate
things like this, right?

So come here and try
turn the lights back on, so to speak,

and so you can forward
young people on the right path.

I ask that you please
Engineer, be formal.

I don't treat you
informally.

Don't think that
you can do it!

� Carnival!

It is a common practice
on a night like this.

I will treat you
informally,

despite having to overcome
my own resistance.

But I'll do it with
all my heart.

With all your heart?

We were here together
for so long.

Seven months, if you stop to count,
and I think it's time to say thank you.

Thank you for being so
kind taking care of me

during the last
seven months.

I will empty my glass in honor
to your pedagogical efforts.

Engineer!

Engineer!

My good Engineer,
What happened to you?

This sounds like
parting words.

No, why should I
be fired?

Hans!

Ah, Mrs. Engelhart.

I was looking for you.

You will miss the punch.

Come.

So, Ladies and Gentlemen,
Since you insist, here's a parody.

This won't work.
It is not a suitable pencil.

It's very short.
That's not pencil!

Does anyone have
a pencil?

A pencil?

A pencil? A pencil?

Do you have a pencil?

A pencil?

I need a pencil!

A pencil! A pencil!
Do you have a pencil?

Joachim, a pencil!
A pencil!

- A pencil! I have to draw!
- Engineer!

A pencil? A pencil?

Engineer! A bit of
reason! Engineer!

I need a pencil!
I have to draw!

Engineer!

This boy is crazy!

What are you
looking for?

Please...

Please can I
lend a pencil?

I will check.

Maybe there is a
in my bag.

Voil�!

Make sure
return it to me.

It seems like an eternity since
that we are sitting here.

It's a dream I know well,
for having dreamed of it a long time ago.

Yes, forever sitting here
with you, as I am now.

Nice words.

But, say, wouldn't it have been easier
Have you dreamed this dream before?

Eternity is like
draw a piglet

with the head facing away
and with your eyes closed.

He seems at ease in eternity,
at least that's what I think.

But this won't last long,
because I'm already leaving.

You are cured,
so?

No.

Because of my condition
not getting better,

Behrens thinks that a small
A change of air would do me good.

- Are you going back?
- Perhaps.

I have the freedom to
choose where to go.

I love freedom
Above all.

She was taken from me temporarily-
mind through my marriage,

but my illness
returned it to me.

I might as well go back.

But you will probably be
away from here long before that.

So you know what
degree of my illness?

Yes and no. I only know what
people say.

I heard about a little point
It's moist inside, right here,

and a little fever.

100.2!

- Good...
- This fever!

Oh, do you think
I'm here for pleasure!

No.

I'm not
of this type.

What do you think of me?

Conventional, coming from a good family,
a student who is easy to his teachers.

I'm the opposite of you.

Virtue bores me.

I prefer to look for morals
in sin, in danger,

or anything that can
harm me, or destroy me.

Yes, it seems to me that there is more moral
in perdition and in the ruin of oneself

than try
save yourself.

I know you disapprove
what I say,

see you because soon
will return to the plain,

in order to help your homeland
to become more powerful

and increase
his glory.

Voil�. There you will have your own
photograph of the two of us,

an instant portrait,
taken without a camera.

Some details are missing
confirm what Behrens found.

Ah, doctors always find
what they want to find.

No, Clawdia.

The fever in my body, the pulse
strong of my exhausted heart,

the change in lymph glands,
It is nothing but my love for you.

He took care of me
the moment I saw her,

the love that I had
before I met you.

And it's obvious to me now that
It is this love that brought me here.

How crazy.

My love for you stayed inside
me for many years.

I already knew you
for an eternity,

you and your beauty.

Your slanted eyes,
your mouth, your voice.

And it was from then on, that
Behrens found it in my lung,

the place where it proves that
I was sick.

The carnival is over.

You know the consequences
of that, monsieur.

I love you.

I always
I loved you.

Because you are the "you"
of my life,

my dream, my need,
my eternal desire.

My little
bourgeois.

My little bourgeois
with the small wet spot.

Is it true that you
Do you love me so much?

The body, love, death, are
It's just one side of the same thing.

The body is disease and depravity.
It is what produces death.

Love and death are the
source of its cruel magic.

Love is mystique, nobility,
purity and eternity.

Oh, ravishing
organic beauty,

not made of oils or stone, but
of living and corruptible matter,

full of feverish secret
of life and decay!

Consider the wonderful symmetry
of the human structure,

shoulders, hips, breasts
blooming on each side,

the ribs
arranged in pairs,

the navel surrounded
of the soft belly,

and pubic darkness
between your thighs!

Watch the shoulder blades move
under the silky skin of your back,

and the column descending in the fold
lush buttocks,

the large network of veins and
nerves branching out,

and the way in which the structure of
arms correspond to legs.

Oh, the sweetness of the inner surface of
elbow and knee hollow,

with its abundance of delights
organic under the upholstered meat!

What a huge festival
places to cuddle!

Good God, let me smell the
odor from the skin between the legs,

under which the segmented capsule
Secret your slippery oil!

Let me play devotedly
your pulsating femoral artery

where it emerges at the top of
your thigh and then splits further

twice in
tibial arteries!

Let me drink on exhalation
from your pores it oozes below,

water and protein of the human image,
destined to die!

Let me die...

My lips on yours!

Please please,
kiss Me!

You are truly a
gallant suitor,

who knows how to win over a
deep way, �German way.

Goodbye, my prince
of Carnival!

Don't forget to
return my pencil.

You are already cured,
Mr. Settembrini?

No, my lot is life. To mean,
I have to stay here forever.

I've known this for a long time.

I can still get a little old,
but unfortunately only if you stay here.

But then you have to stay.

Of course I'm staying here.

But unfortunately, my
situation is precarious

does not allow showing off
luxury for many years.

Well, that's the truth.

So, I will be staying with
Lukacek, the tailor, in the village.

Please come to me
visit sometime.

For you

Cause of death: final hemorrhage
due to heart failure.

Time of death: 06:45h.

Time activates
pass the hour.

Since that
carnival night

when Hans Castorp asked to borrow
took a pencil from Mrs. Chauchat,

nine weeks passed.

Three times more than Hans Castorp
I originally wanted to stay up here.

The only thing the young man
simple had recovered

of your time too much
deep adventure, however,

had been the possibility that
approached Mrs. Chauchat

return to
another stay.

That doesn't mean anything.
Don't worry, Pedro.

Just eat, drink and stay
well until we get back.

And we will take care of ourselves,
also, and stay away from sadness.

God will bring autumn
before we realize,

and then the two of us
We'll be right back.

Let's go.

Goodbye.

Good morning, ladies
and gentlemen.

I hope you are
enjoying the food.

Good morning.

Why don't you get some sauce?
This way, the food gets better.

You must take care
better than your cousin.

He became so inaccessible
during the last few weeks

since Mme.
Chauchat left.

Hello, Mr. Settembrini!

I didn't even have one
chance to say goodbye

when you left the other day.

Ah, Mr. engineer.

On your sporting walk,
is crossing the meadow.

I would say it is a
enchanting vision.

I can only advise you
to stay active.

Excuse me, let me introduce you
Mr. Naphta... Giovanni Castorp!

- He's an engineer...
- I was a technician on the plain.

And you want to be one again
technician as soon as possible

and work as hard as you can, right?

Excuse me: Joachino Ziemssen, a
nostalgic Prussian military hope

and a spirit taking refuge in the mountain

since your first day here.

You are completely mistaken
If you think that future revolutions

they will end up free.

In the last 500 years, the principle
of freedom was fulfilled,

but it also became
old-fashioned.

I would say that a pedagogy that
poses as liberal and humanist

is going backwards
tightly.

All great educators
always knew

that there can only be one truth
central to any pedagogy,

and which is the absolute self-
rity, an iron connection

of discipline and sacrifice,

renunciation of the ego, and the
personality coercion.

Ultimately, he is unaware and does not
Loves youth who thinks they...

...takes pleasure in
freedom, choices,

and in abundance
of possibilities.

Your deepest
I want to obey.

The secret and existence
of our era are not...

... liberation and
development of the self.

What she needs,

what do you want,
what to create...

... is terror.

The agent of this terror will be the
people who create social theory

whose principles and objectives coincide

exactly with those
of the Christian State of God.

The Church fathers qualified the
"mine" and "yours" as disastrous words

and called the property
private property such as usurpation and theft.

They learned that the
private property law

it only led to greed
and �injustice.

They despised the capitalist principle
like a seducer of inhumanity.

Today the proletariat of the world opposes
Bourgeois-capitalist rot...

...decadent with humanity-
unity of the City of God.

The proletariat resumed
the word of the priests.

Your task is to spread terror,
making the world save itself

and aim for redemption,

a society without
states and classes.

Summer night.

Summer night.

This painting was a gift
from one of my students.

That's not very good.

I like it anyway.

They are celebrating
the first night of summer,

which is really
the beginning of autumn.

Because they
Are you so happy?

Because they are now
turning to darkness?

I know why.

The turning point has arrived.

The tipping point
irreversible.

Summer night.

The high point of
joy and melancholy.

It's joyful melancholy.

They act like this out of pure desperation,
If I may say so,

in honor of the circle
fallacious and eternity...

... with no lasting direction,
in which everything is repeated.

There is no course that persists, and the
eternity is not a straight line,

but a carousel...
carousel... carousel...

Engineer, enough, silence!

Educate yourself, but stop
express your opinions!

I would be happy to see you again-
mind soon, Mr. Castorp.

I will not allow you to dodge while
do not profess, clearly and unequivocally,

be a supporter of the blackest
of reactions, prof. Naphta.

The first step towards
true freedom and

humanity would be to abandon the
cowardly fear of the idea of reaction.

Ah, that's enough!
Come on, my good engineer!

- Thank you for the delicious cake.
- Mr. Castorp.

Let's go.

Come on, my dear
engineer.

Come, come quickly.

Be careful, don't hit
your head!

Please, come,
my good engineer.

I would like to warn you,
Engineer.

Warn me about what?

About the person we ended up with
to have a conversation.

Did you know this
Is a man a Jesuit?

What?

- Is this man a Jesuit?
- Yes, you guessed it.

A Jew converted to
Catholicism, believe me.

He is a brother of the Jesuit Order,
not acting, because he is sick.

He really is as sick as I am.
But he is a dangerous reactionary.

I see, I see.

However, just like Naphta,
You're trying to attract me

to a way of thinking
ment that suits you best.

Everything in my opinions has content
politician who corrupts character.

Ah, there must be some fools in
your company claiming this,

but in everything there is politics,
even in the social problem.

Living with
neighbors is politics.

Everything is politics!

Dear friend, in
a near future,

we will be asked to take
decisions about the future of Europe.

Mr. and everyone else
have to make these decisions,

otherwise, your cousin,
with his military impulses,

will pass in front, in front
of Mr.'s silence,

to resolve the
gun problems.

Vesicular.

Well, Ziemssen, keep
your chin up.

Well then, cheers up! Nor
everything goes exactly as

requires the manual
of physiology.

- Another five or six months.
- Behrens Director, I would like...

If you do your duty here

for another half a year then
your career will be remade.

You will be able to take Constantinople.

You will be more robust to
blow up the Prussian regiment.

Director Behrens, I would like to
report that I decided to leave.

You know it's the
dereliction of duty?

No, that's not how I
I see, Director Behrens.

I will return to my regiment.
I was here for a year and a half.

I can't wait any longer.

I have to go back
down there.

Do you know that the risk is yours?

Yes Director Behrens.

Well, Ziemssen.

Go ahead, go away.
God be with you.

You're taking control, and
the responsibility is no longer mine

when you take over.

Man is master of his destiny.
You embark at your own risk.

I wash my hands.

But his profession is carried out outdoors.

It is perfectly possible that if
Get along with her and be able to triumph.

Yes, Director Behrens.

Well, what about you,
the young country man?

I suppose
Do you want to go along?

I prefer it to depend
your approval, Director.

My approval? Good.

You can go.

Why?

Am I cured?

Yes, you are cured.

Its temperature, obviously,
had nothing to do with it.

You can go.

But, Director Behrens, you are not
Really serious, aren't you?

Isn't it serious? Why?

What would you do
think like that?

What kind of person
Do you think I am?

You think I'm the owner
from a brothel?

I don't admit that!

I have nothing here! I'm only
employee! I'm a doctor!

I'm just a doctor,
Do you understand?

I'm not a pimp
from anyone.

If you intend
wait here for the return

of your creeping lover
Russian, do it in the village.

I'm no Loving Signor
from via Toledo, in beautiful Naples.

I serve suffering humanity.

And if you have a
different opinion from me,

they can go to hell,
To the beans, or to the dogs,

make your choices!

Bon voyage!

Well, superiors and their
rage attacks.

The only thing to do
� keep the line

and bear them.

- This is where I got off.
- Yes, right here.

You're finally leaving me
here, from the point where I came to visit you.

Make sure you make a faithful
oath of loyalty.

I intend to.

Give me memories
for all.

Hans!

Hans, come quickly.

Being lost in a storm
of snow is like being sick.

In cases where the disease
messes up the notion of time.

The reference of the
space too,

but nothing compared
It's a loss of the sense of time.

Is it possible there
talk about "yesterday"...

instead of there
"a year ago"?

Or if you say "tomorrow" in
instead of "next year"?

Here one can speak without a doubt of
"confusion and perversion"...

... and have reason to
be very worried.

It's not bad.

And now the
what to do?

Go down here and then follow
straight ahead against the wind.

But it is necessary
something happens.

I can't stay here and wait for the
Mr. Settembrini, with his organ grinder,

come rescue me.

You're talking to yourself,
Hans Castorp.

I think you're a little
confused and out of direction.

Bad...

Very bad.

It's like the experience of someone lost
in a snowstorm on the mountain

that you can't find
your way home.

Who listens
talk about it...

imagine that
It's horrible,

but forget that the
disease strikes its victim

in order to adapt it
herself.

There are decreases in sensitivity,
providential narcoses,

measures of nature
to give us relief.

They are well-intentioned for those who
is not destined to return;

but they harm and must be combated,
while there is hope of return.

I have no intention of letting myself be buried
Rare here for this stupid crystallometry.

Oh, damn,
damn whiteness!

What a curse.

This is actually the same
hut I passed.

Only half past four.

It hasn't been long since
that started the storm.