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Karl was a young man of seventeen when he became engaged to Jenny.

For them the course of true love was not a smooth one.

It is easy to understand

that Karl's parents opposed the engagement

of a young man of his age.

The earnestness with which Karl expressed his love explaines

the rather stormy scenes the engagement caused within the home.

But soon the matter was settled and,

shortly before

or after his eighteenth birthday,

the betrothal was formally recognized.

Seven years Karl waited for his beautiful Jenny,

but it felt like seven days to him,

because he loved her so much.

On the 19th of June, 1843 the couple were wedded.

Having played together as children

and become engaged as young man and young woman,

they held hands

and went together through the battle of life.

And what a battle it was!

Years of bitter pressing need and still worse,

of brutal suspicion,

of infamous calumny and of icy indifference.

But through all this unhappiness

and happiness,

the two lifelong friends and lovers never doubted,

they never faltered

and they were faithful unto death.

And now that Papa has joined Mama,

they rest one next to the other.

After the death of his wife,

Papa undertook a long, sad journey to recover his health,

for he always wanted to complete his work.

He had with him

a photograph of my mother

on glass in a case.

And one of my sister Jenny.

After his death, we found them in his breast pocket.

And along with Helene,

dearest Helene,

who cared for Papa until the end,

and Friedrich Engels, a friend of a lifetime,

we have laid them in his coffin.

He died in harness,

his intellect untouched.

He has earned his rest.

We should be grateful for so much.

Doctor Aveling. -Yes.

I saw your last play, and loved it.

Oh that's very kind of you.

Seems we have to celebrate your recent inclusion into our movement.

There's not much to celebrate today,

especially for the movement.

No, not today.

But tomorrow there will be more to celebrate.

The future is on our side.

Yes, of course.

We gonna have to go through all the volumes, page by page.

Some of the papers,

speeches he gave at assemblies and conferences, he simply left them

in the middle of whatever book

he happened to be reading at the moment.

We never finished the game.

He was winning.

I'll finish it with you tonight. And I'll let you win for once.

I did beat your father sometimes,

when he was tipsy.

All these algebraic equations.

I wonder what he was looking for. the old fox!

These are all our letters.

And they're perfectly filed by date.

So he could be tidy when he wanted to be.

Paul here are Laura's letters. You should take them to her,

she might want to keep them.

Sure.

Tussy

she was really too upset to come,

mentally she couldn't endure a long trip.

I understand.

What about Jenny's letters?

I would like to keep them.

I'd rather keep them, for Johnny.

I'm glad Friedrich took the chair.

I couldn't bear to see it empty.

Tussy.

It's late, Johnny, go to sleep.

Aunt Tussy.

Don't go.

What is it?

Are you sure there isn't another life after this one?

Yes. I'm sure.

No, Johnny, you don't have to be sad.

It makes the life we are living even more special,

because it's unique.

Your mother.

Jenny had a wonderful life

cos' she had you

and that's what matters.

And grandpa?

Grandpa.

Think of it this way.

If there is another life after this one,

if what they all say is true,

then your grandfather, my father,

is burning in hell right now.

So it is better this way, isn't it?

Speak gently. It's better far to rule with love than with fear.

Speak gently. Let no harsh words

mar the good we can do here.

Eleanor Marx.

And for how many days will you be away?

I told you, not more than a month,

but it's an important trip, I am so proud they've chosen me.

It's normal.

They always choose you.

You'll have a nice time with Friedrich, you'll have a big room

and you'll be nearer to school. Helene will be with you.

What did you say the birthday boy's name was?

Oliver

but I can't see him.

May I take your cape Miss?

Thank you.

Thank you.

If he announciated views such as

these, or even approximated to these,

it is clear that we must admit

that Shelley was a teacher as well as a poet.

For the large and interesting

question, whether a poet has the right to be

didactic as well as merely... -Excuse me.

descriptive, analytical, musical, cannot be entered upon here.

But, in passing, we may note that poets have a habit of doing things,

whether they have the right to or not.

By instinct,

intuition, whatever we are to call that fine faculty

that feels truths before they are put into definite language.

Shelley was an Evolutionist. He understood that men and peoples

are the result of their ancestry and of their environment.

Therefore, Shelley recognized crime

as the natural result of social conditions.

The criminal was to him as much a

creature of the society in which he lived

as the capitalist.

or the monarch.

Shame! Shame on you!

"Society," he said,

"grinds down poor wretches into the dust of abject poverty,"

"till they are scarcely recognizable as human beings."

I will not tolerate any more of this.

If Byron hadn't died at thirty-six,

he would have become a reactionary bourgeois.

Should we walk?

On the other hand, if Shelley hadn't died at twenty-nine,

he would have become part of the advanced guard of Socialism.

You seem very certain.

It's what my father thought.

He said that, that Shelley was essentially a revolutionary.

Papa said that Shelley was one of the few

who really understood the meaning of the word freedom.

The statement England

is a free country was to Shelley the merest non sense.

He wrote "The white shores of Albion are free no more".

Why do people call you Tussy?

I don't know. We all had a nicknames, when we were little,

even my parents.

Do you mind if I call you Eleanor?

I wanted to tell you.

I am leaving for America.

The trip has been organized by the German Socialist Party,

would you come with me?

You're such a good communicator.

And I love to travel.

We work untill twelve or one o'clock sometimes,

sleep for a few hours, and then start working again.

There are little children working as tailors,

some are employed by the week,

some work by the piece.

We work and sleep in these rooms together with our own children.

They work on pulling threads out of coats, at one or two cents per coat.

The owners are so hard on them, they don't treat them like human beings,

they treat them like slaves.

The bells, the bells, the bells! The bells.

And he dances and yells.

The working-class question is the same in America as it is in Europe.

The question is always in essence the same.

Why is it that the actual producers

and distributors of wealth own the least wealth,

and those who are not actual producers

and distributors own the most wealth?

For some six to eight months of the year,

that's the working time on the plains,

we gotta be in the saddle from morning until night,

often all through night as well.

I have been with a party,

when we were obliged to ride

200 miles before we got the cattle under,

in all that time

not one of us took a moment to rest.

I can accept the restaurant costs,

we can still consider them the price of hospitality,

but

I really don't understand all these flower bouquets,

it's a huge amount of money.

How could you think it is proper

to charge them to the party?

Tussy?

Is this a way

to present your expenditures to the arty?

Tussy.

Your pamphlet on the American working- class marvellous.

I wish I could have come with you.

It's not only my pamphlet. I wrote it with Eddy.

Of course.

Tussy,

you know that it's not the first time

that Edward has had money trouble.

The incident with the Party during your trip was

not the only one.

He also had problems when he was part of the Secular Society.

I know,

he has absolutely

no sense of money.

But he is wonderful. Believe me.

Of course, I believe you, Tussy.

I always believe you.

There is something I want to announce to you both.

I've decided to live with Edward as his wife.

You know he was married before,

when he was very young, his wife won't divorce him,

so I cannot be his wife legally,

but it will be a true marriage for me.

I know what your thinking.

You're thinking I'll lose a lot of friends,

but not the real friends.

For me this is a risk worth taking.

Friedrich, we have talked about it so many times,

marriage is such an obsolete institution.

We couldn't agree more,

could we Helena?

We won't be gone for long.

Yes.

We have meetings and assemblies to attend on the coast,

but we'll be back right after Christmas.

I think the only place where this is expressed is

in "The Confessions" of Saint Augustine,

where him and his mother stand at the open window.

Isn't the relation between these two beautiful?

The most beautiful relation that ever existed between man and woman.

Sometimes I dream that such relations

won't be as uncommon as they are now, one day.

Will you have some Eleonor?

It's fun!

No, really.

I had a bad experience with opium, in the past.

I have to be careful.

Well, they do say you risk getting hooked then,

but not if you only try once.

I understand what you say, and I agree completely.

Do you? Well, perhaps one day man will feel that their mothers

have born them once with the body

and again with the spirit.

Are you planning on having children?

It must be such a beautiful thing to have a child,

more beautiful than writing a book.

Being a mother must be--

My mother.

I loved my mother.

But my father killed her.

He didn't actually kill her,

but he was never around, so she started to drink.

I remember

all those evenings spent waiting for him with my mother

and my little brother.

And she always had a bottle on the table.

And the day she fell down the stairs, we weren't home.

My little brother found her.

You should have told me.

He's so excited,

he's been waiting for you.

Tussy

he knows,

I told him.

How did he take it?

He'll be alright.

Look inside.

What is it?

Look inside and turn it.

Helene and I would love to keep you with us,

but your father really wants you back.

I know, he wrote to me.

If you really don't like being in Argenteuil with all the others,

you can come and stay with me and Edward whenever you want.

I like staying with you. I don't like Edward.

Well, he's not very good with children,

but when you're grow up, I'm sure

the two of you will become firm friends.

Aunt Tussy.

I understand why you can't keep me with you, it's fine.

We don't want to get cold, do we?

Freddy!

Oh, Eleanor.

It's so good to see you. It has been so long.

And this is your son.

He is so lovely.

I finally get to meet him.

I've asked your mother so many times.

His name is Henry.

Yes I know. She talks about him always.

Well, we must be going.

Come along, Henry.

Goodbye Mama. -Goodbye darling

Goodbye.

So Engels lets his own son in and out through the back kitchen door?

He doesn't even come down to see him.

Why do you let him do that?

It goes against everything that we've fought for.

Don't say that.

Friedrich has done so much for us.

I worry about little Johnny.

I miss him.

Maybe we should have insisted more with his father,

we could have kept him longer.

Your father.

My father wanted everything for me but my own freedom.

Lenchen,

Johnny understood me perfectly.

He is just like his mother.

After Jenny gave birth to Mémé, Papa wanted to send me across

the Argenteuil to help with the children,

she was already ill and she refused.

She said I had to concentrate on my studying and writing,

she told me not to make the same mistake she did with marriage

and children, but that I had to concentrate on my work.

Yes, but Tussy

your father wanted Johnny to stay with us in England.

I have spent my whole life caring for other people:

my father, my mother, my sister's children,

now it's my turn to live, do you see?

Edward says that if his next play is successful then we can get

a bigger house, and Johnny can come visit anytime.

He says our house is too small for the three of us.

Bourgeois writers usually assume that there is no such thing

as class struggle,

and that the English working-classes were never in

so flourishing condition as they are today; and that there is

no general feeling of class hatred, and what little there is

arises solely from the innate wickedness of the workers

and the evil teachings of Socialism.

But the facts are that this struggle exists,

that it has existed for centuries, and that its existence is quite

independent of any doctrine, socialistic or otherwise.

The factory reports

are but a record of another phase

of this same struggle. Whatever the report,

whatever the year, it is the same sad and hideous story.

Evasion of the acts, recklessness as to the health

and life of the workers, diseases

and accidents due to the labour conditions

and the greed of employers.

In no way have the technical advances

of industrial manufacture improved the working conditions:

the masters have benefited but not the man.

Profits are always the result of unpaid labour somewhere or another,

and no real national good can come from a rise in profits unless

the entire system of production for profit is done away with.

As was clearly stated by my father in chapter 23, section 4,

of "Das Kapital":

"The law of capitalistic accumulation is laid down,

and proved historically."

"The law is that with the largest accumulation of capital,"

"pauperism in a country is at its worst."

But they are making you pay

the cost of the recession out of your own salaries.

We've to make them spare money otherways,

not by taking it away from the workers.

We still have to discuss the accident.

Oh yes, the poor man.

He had four children, don't he? -He did. Two girls and two boys.

The greatest number of accident happen because the lack of

fencing around the machinery. And also because of the anxiety,

the understandable anxiety, for the workers to get the work done.

And when the work is piece work that anxiety is all greater.

As I understand it, the lost of a man is important to you, is it not?

If we are to maintain productivity, then yes.

And it happened on Saturday?

He was leaving work about 4 pm.

Workers are allowed to leave early on a Saturday,

if the machinery has been cleaned.

So it'd be interesting to compile figures for

the numbers of accidents that happen on a Saturday,

when the workers are most eager to get home.

And we are very far from having

workers who delight in their own labor

in this merciless age.

I've compiled a table of accidents

for the year ending 1883 and in that year

fatal accidents numbered 403

and the amputations came to 1337.

It's like that everyday.

They hustle like beasts not men,

and all this to earn at best 3 pence, 4 pence an hour.

The strugglings got that serious the authorithy have removed

the iron pilons. That way the weaker men

won't get impaled and crushed.

Is that when they brought the police in?

To form a line, make it a little bit more safe.

In all these years,

from the very beginning of our acquaintance,

you and I

have never exchanged a word on

any serious subject.

Was it likely that I would be continually

and forever telling you about

worries you could not help me to bear?

I am not speaking of business matters.

I mean you and have never sat down together, in earnest,

to try to get to the bottom of anything.

But, my dearest, would it have been any good to you?

That's what I mean.

You have never understood me.

I have been greatly wronged,

first

by Papa

and then by you.

Why by us two, who have loved you

better than anyone else in the world?

You never loved me.

You only thought

it was pleasant to be

in love with me.

It's perfectly true. When I was at home,

Papa told me his opinion about everything,

and so I had the same opinions.

And if I differed from him,

I concealed the fact, because he would not have liked it.

He called me his "doll-child",

and he played with me like I played with my dolls.

And when I came to live with you.

What sort of expression is that to use about our marriage?

I mean I was simply transferred from his hands into yours.

You arranged everything according to your own taste,

and so I had the same tastes

or I pretended to, I am really not sure which.

Sometimes I think the one, sometimes I think the other.

When I look back,

it's like I have been living here,

as a poor woman, just from hand to mouth.

I have existed

merely to perform tricks for you, But you would have it so.

You and Papa have committed a great sin against me

and it is your fault that

I have made nothing of my life.

How unreasonable and ungrateful you are.

Have you not been happy with me?

No,

I've never been happy.

I thought I was.

but it has never really so.

Bravo!

Here you are.

Are you alright?

Yes, of course,

it was wonderful.

The text is incredible,

and your translation.

just it made me think of me and Havelock.

I've been having such a sad feeling lately,

that he just doesn't like me.

That the one thing he wants from me is

to be someone else and not Olive Schreiner.

But that's nonsense. He adores you he admires you!

And you do so many things,

and I haven't been able to finish a book for years now.

If I could just find a quiet spot,

a place where I could write.

Eleanor, I was telling William about your pamphlet on "A Doll's House".

It's a sort of satire, in which the

play ends the other way around, where.

he leaves her. Okay, funny.

The title is "A Doll's House Repaired".

In the "repaired" version, the roles are simply inverted,

and the bourgeois audience is reassured.

Have you read it?

Not yet, no.

Well, you should, it's very good.

And this is Miss Olive Schreiner,

the famous South African writer and activist.

-How do you do? -Delighted.

Eleanor, I loved you're adaptation, it was brilliant.

The British audience of course is not ready for this,

like they weren't ready for your translation of "Madame Bovary",

but then it did have its political effect.

"A Doll's House Repaired" could have ended

like Madame Bovary with Nora's suicide.

You should have thought about that.

What do you mean?

Well, instead of leaving him, Nora could have killed herself.

The romantic version everybody would have preferred.

I don't think that's funny.

To Ibsen.

To Ibsen.

We have to reduce spending, Edward.

You need to learn to save your money.

You know you really shouldn't smoke so much, the doctors.

Engels said you've asked him for a loan.

Please, don't borrow any more money.

Don't ask other people and most of all don't ask him.

He helped my father his whole life.

I hate doing it,

but is a rich man after all.

I don't care.

I would prefer not to accept any more money from him.

The one Engels should really help is his son.

He has never lifted a finger for Freddy.

But then, he was the maid's child,

nobody cared about him, is not right?

But Freddy and Helene would never have accepted his help.

They're much too proud.

They are much prouder than you.

I'm sorry, I didn't know why I said that.

Of course my darling. Don't worry.

I see you've ordered more flowers.

I never received them.

I Friedrich Engels, of 122 Regent's Park Road, London.

Hereby declare that

Frederick Demuth, the only son of my deceased friend Helena Demuth,

is not my son.

Tough in the past I have let others to believe this,

I am not the above said Frederick's father.

Signed and declared, in the presence of witnesses,

on the day and year first above written.

Thank you.

The doctor is visiting him, you'll have to wait.

Why are you doing this?

Only because Helene is dead and isn't here to contradict you,

but I would talk to him, and he will tell me the truth.

Friedrich can't speak anymore,

and in any case, he has made the

statement in presence of an attorney.

Why can't he speak?

The tumour has devoured his vocal chords.

But he has a little blackboard,

he can communicate with that.

You may come in now.

Friedrich.

Is what they're saying true?

Is it what they're saying about Freddy true?

Then who is his father, if it isn't you?

Did she know? Did Mama know?

have heard a lot about you two

Eleanor, Laura,

your dear sister Jenny.

There are legends of

the three Marx's daughters

resisting to a long police interrogation

in the time of the Commune.

Yes, but Eleanor was always the bravest,

and she was barely seventeen.

We found a house in the country, finally.

We looked for it, when we still had Etienne.

We wanted him to have a garden

to play in, a dog, or some other animal.

But Etienne died, so it didn't do it.

But now we found it,

they are selling it in a public auction.

With the money Engels left we should be able to afford it.

It's in Draveil, Seine-et-Oise, I

t's in ruins and it needs a lot of work but it has thirty rooms,

additional buildings, an orange tree patch

and a garden that goes all the way to the forest in Sénart.

We should stop here.

You're early!

Would you like one?

-Yes. -Come on.

Say thank you. -Thanks.

He loves those.

Christmas is important even for us, even for those who aren't religious.

It's an excuse to be together.

They are here.

Can you help me? -Yes, of course.Come on.

Sit there.

Many years ago,

I had left home,

my father didn't approve of a friend I had,

a man who was much older than me.

I went to Brighton, I taught English in a boarding school.

But I

became ill,

my parents tought it was physical fatigue.

On Christmas day, my father came to Brighton,

he came to bring me home.

Christmas has been important to me since then.

Is Edward here tonight?

No, he hates Christmas. He says it's a ridiculous celebration.

And he was ill tonight.

Oh we bought a new house, you must

come and see it. It has a lovely garden.

It's a mess now with the boxes,

but when we settled it, I'd love to invite you to come.

I'd like that very much.

I've always wanted a brother, it's so lovely to have you here.

You are such a good person.

Oh you're getting heavier every year.

Oh that's the perfect place for. Done.

Oh don't you like it. Quite right too,

yes we don't want everything too perfect.

We need to talk, Tussy.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing serious, just.

I'm leaving.

I'm going home to Cape Town.

Doctors have ordered me home to my own beautiful climate.

The London air is killing me.

and with Havelock it's really over,

you know that.

Yes

course, I had expected that.

You should visit me

in Africa.

I'll spend the first seven months on a delightful promontory

at the very end of South Africa,

where there are only three cottages a

nd the post only comes once a week if you send for it!

After that I hope to carry out

my life's dream of going on into the interior for a year or two.

Isn't the world beautiful?

We never get to the end of it.

Oh Tussy.

Tussy!

Nobody calls me Tussy anymore.

There's something else I have to tell you before I leave.

Is about Edward.

What about him?

I can't bear leaving you with him.

He is so selfish

but it's not only that, is that he makes you so unhappy.

I have to tell you, I have horror of him, ever since I first met him.

I fought it down for your sake,

but

now I just want you to know.

I love him very much, Ollie.

I know you two never got along,

but I would ask you

to please respect that.

Are you Miss Eleanor Marx Aveling?

Wife of Doctor Aveling?

I use the double name to sign my articles but.

technically no, I'm not his wife,

we never got married.

Of course,

you can't be,

because I am his wife.

Doctor Aveling's wife died last

year, and she was much older than you.

I know.

We got married right after his wife's death.

But why aren't you living together?

If you're husband and wife, why is he still living with me?

We can't afford it.

He has no money and I have no work.

What do you want from me?

I want you to leave him.

So he will live with me and accept his responsibilities.

This certifies that you're married to Alec Nelson.

Alec Nelson is Edward's pen name.

is what he uses to signs his plays,

but you must know it's.

it's not legal.

He has played a trick on you.

Sorry.

Merry Christmas.

The truth,

not fully recognised even by those anxious to do good to women,

is that she,

like the labour classes,

is in an oppressed position,

and that her condition, like

theirs, is one of merciless degradation.

Women are the creatures

of an organised tyranny of men,

just as the workers are the creatures

of an organised tyranny of idlers.

Women have been expropriated as to their rights as human beings,

just as the labourers were

expropriated as to their rights as producers.

The method in each case is the only one that makes

expropriation at any time and under any circumstances possible.

The method is force.

It is unnecessary

to point out how much better, within the last few years,

women's rights have been managed in England,

thanks to the action of women themselves.

But it is necessary instead to remind you that,

with all these added rights,

English women,

married and unmarried alike,

are still morally dependent on man,

and are still badly treated by him.

What is it that we as Socialists desire for women?

What is it that we expect?

What is that of whose coming we

feel as assured as of the rising of tomorrow's sun?

In the Socialistic Working Society, as was predicted by my father,

clearly there will be equality for all, without distinction of sex.

Thus, woman will be independent.

Her education and all other

opportunities will be equal to that of a man.

Like him, she, if in sound mind and body,

will have to give her one, two, or three hours of social labour

to supply the wants of the community, and therefore herself.

Thereafter she will be free for art, science,

writing, teaching or amusements in any form.

Whether monogamy or polygamy will obtain

in a Socialistic State is a detail on which we can only speak

as an individual. Personally I

believe that monogamy will gain the day.

There are approximately equal numbers of man and women.

And the highest ideal seems to be

the complete lasting blending of two human lvfes.

This ideal, almost never attainable today,

requires at least four things:

love,

respect,

intellectual likeness,

and a command for the necessities of life.

In the Socialistic Working Society

prostitution will have vanished, along with the economic conditions

that made it, and make it even at this time, an economic necessity.

Women will be no longer men slave, but his equal.

The contract between a man and a

women will be of a purely private nature,

with no need for intervention from any public functionary.

For divorce there will be no need;

nor will there be this hideous disguise, this constant

lying that makes the domestic life of almost all English homes

an organised hypocrisy.

Man and woman will find in the heart of the other

that which is in the eyes: their own image.

When I was in prison, I made friends with a bird.

I named him Carnal.

Every morning,

he would come,

flying in between the bars,

to wake me.

They reminds me of him.

Arianne, Brunilde, Clotilde.

The goose is Carlos,

he is a rebel like you.

They are my babies.

I've been studying a lot of

mathematics lately and I was wondering

if you still remember your father was studying algebra,

to build new models for his economic analysis.

Yes, but that was for practical use,

for the third book of the Capital.

It doesn't matter.

I don't understand why you've completely abandoned

the practical aspects of our study.

'Cause it's over.

The time for political practice,

for us

is over.

Paul, what are you talking about,

there are still so many battles to be fought.

Laura, Laura! You still have some cake left for us?

Yes!

Let's go eat some cake.

And then he started talking about the goose?

And how was lonely and needs a friend?

Well it may be lonely, don't you think?

Oh Paul.

What a boy he was. A hero of the Commune.

What has become of him?

I'm so glad Papa can't see this,

he has given up on everything.

Laura and her cow.

The doctor told you to stop with the cigars.

I seriously doubt he would approve of you smoking opium.

Your sister has lost her mind, completely.

All those children, they're children of people she barely knows.

Why does she keep inviting them?

Just because you have a garden, it doesn't mean you have to

fill it up with people's children.

My sister lost three children.

Two of them were only a few weeks old, but Etienne was three.

I know she thinks about them all the time.

I find her obsession for children heartbreaking.

I was joking. I'm Sorry.

I was.

I saw so little of him this year.

He was always away;

he spent a long time in Torquay,

preparing two plays that got cancelled in the end.

And he sees other women,

of course, as usual.

But we get on well together.

We have fun.

Working together is still very exciting.

Laura, did Eddy ask you or Paul to lend him money?

Not directly,

but a few creditors have written to Paul.

It seems that Edward has put our

name forward for a guarantee for a loan.

I don't understand, where are your savings going?

He's hopeless with money.

And now we have all this medical expenses

because of his lungs and all the other problems

and with the new house and all the rest,

we spent all the money I got from Engels.

But he doesn't worry.

He never worries.

He doesn't know feelings like

pain or fear.

If he does worry,

if he gets out for an hour, he goes around completely unconcerned.

He's like a child.

It's likely that because of the

drugs he takes for his lungs,

the infection will not subside. We cannot give him medicines

that could impede the effect of the other ones.

You're so pretty.

Can I have some whisky?

Do you still love me?

I was born to love you.

Why do you lie to me all the time?

Lies don't matter.

You are the light and the blessing of my life.

Do you love me?

You have to stop hurting me,

you promise?

Yes. I promise.

20 men will be too many in here.

That's 250 cubic feet of air per person.

For soldiers in barracks the standard amount is 600.

Yes, but soldiers in barracks

occupy the site for the entire day and night,

whereas here the air is restored during the night.

Of course, the necessary air is less than 600 probably,

but 250 is less than a half. The restoration of the air

during the night will only help for the first hour or so.

Men want to keep the window closed when they're working.

There is no way they will leave it open.

My father used to say that the

English working class is almost more antagonist

to fresh air than a German in a railway- carriage.

They don't understand its value.

They over-enfatized the possibility of harm.

Many men are afraid of the consequences of a cold draught.

Is an oversusceptibility to chest infections among them.

A thousand times more injury is likely to come from a closed room

than one with a slide draught.

It's our job to explain that to them.

And you have to remind to the children are not allowed

to work unless they have completed Standard III.

It was one of the main battles we fought, and we won.

This means they will have to be at least ten years old.

It's absurd! The men will never have it!

Michael, please.

Why don't you tell her that we need our children's salaries aye,

we are happy when they work?

Michael, this is unaccettable.

It won't happen it for me, enough.

I'm sorry about Michael.

He's under a lot of strain.

I'm only trying to help.

Has the post come?

No news yet, Miss.

Oh believe me, I'm used to it.

Doctor Aveling can disappear, but he always reappears again.

If he were ill, I'd know.

It will be good to him to spend some time on the coast,

breathing the London air is definitely not good for his lungs.

You can go, Gerty.

You have to leave it on for at least an hour.

Or I would see it wouldn't work.

I'll leave on all evening, I've got work to do.

He's got white hair too.

I had no idea that happened to dogs.

Yes that's right.

Have a nice evening.

Six.

15 December 1863.

My dear love Jenny,

I've been here in Trier for eight days now.

If I haven't written, it was not out of forgetfulness,

quite the opposite:

I take daily pilgrimages to your old house, in Roemerstrasse,

that interests me more than the whole of Roman antiquity

because it reminds me of my happy youth,

and because it once held my dearest treasure.

I'm asked daily on all sides about the former

"most beautiful girl in Trier" and "Queen of the Ball".

It is damned pleasing for a man

to find his wife lives on in the imagination

of a whole city as a delightful princess.

I love you so much.

This is what they wanted.

To be buried in the same tomb.

They lived the whole lifes together.

Was my mother not jealous?

How did they carry on after what happened?

They had a great adventure.

I spoke to my solicitor, yesterday.

We have so many debts.

Edward spent so much money lately,

he keeps asking people and signing papers.

I can't even scold him, cos he's disappeared again.

What do you mean he is disappeared?

He went to the coast, to get some fresh air about two months ago.

I haven't heard from him since.

Of course, I am used to it, but he's never been gone this long before.

He did promised me.

but of course, I knew he would do it again.

You shouldn't let him treat you this way.

I think I know what his problem is.

He simply has no moral sense,

just

as some are deaf, or have bad

sight, or are unhealthy and otherwise.

Cos I know deep down.

I can't blame him for.

Freddy,

I don't think you and I are such wicked people.

And yet we seem to have got all the punishment.

You lost your wife and I fell in love with Edward.

Some have been unluckier.

Yes, of course.

Doctor Aveling is back.

İood.

-Goodnight. -Night.

Hello my darling.

Could I get a kiss?

You don't ask me how I feel?

I thought you were dead.

Well I am pretty ill.

That's why I didn't write, I didn't want to worry you.

You should go to bed and rest.

How is your wound?

Hurts like hell.

Let me look it for you.

Ready?

I'm hungry.

I'm enough

You want more, you want more, you want more.

I'm enough,

I want more, you want more, you want more.

I'm enough,

I want more, you want more, you want more.

I'm enough,

I want more, you want more, you want more.

I'm enough,

you want more, you want more, you want more.

As if it were a choice

As if there were a place to run

As if they had your voice

As if there were a proper talk!

As if it were a job

As if it could be right to run

And so the days go by

Only one will remain.

Let it rip

Let it rip so easily

That first blow

To those who have everything

We'll get through

Yes, that's ours

Yes, that's ours

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm not going to leave

An now our time has come and gone

And now we're here

Combine the words

Good morning, Gerty.

Edward was feeling much better this morning,

he went to town, he had an appointment.

May I ask you to rend an errand for me?

What is this for?

It's for the dog,

he's old and very ill.

All right.

I need a signature of a doctor.

Doctor Aveling will have to sign the book of poisons.

Thanks.

She said she'd come by later, to pay.

Miss Marx?

Miss Marx?

You're favorite virtue?

Papa?

My favourite virtue is straightforwardness.

Joylity.

Sincerity.

Humanity.

Mine is truth.

Your idea of happiness?

To fight.

Chateau Margaux 1848.

Knowing that you are loved.

I don't know!

Champagne!

Your idea of misery?

To submit.

Going to a dentist.

Self-contempt.

Mine is a toothache!

Your favourite maxime and motto?

Nothing human is alien to me.

Take it easy!

Know thyself.

All for one and one for all.

Mine is go head!