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My head!

My head!

I cannot breathe!

I cannot breathe!!

What are you doing??

Open the door!!

Open, just open, you oaf!

I am suffocating!!

Do something, will you??

I CAN'T!!

Harder!

Yes!

Push harder!

Get off of me!

Stop it!

You are a naughty one, aren't you?

You are killing me.

My glasses...

Where are my glasses?

I lost my glasses!

How clumsy you are.

Where is the candle?

Here.

Why did you blow it out?

I didn't blow it out.

Have you got matches?

No.

Of course you don't.

Can you at least hold it firmly?

You are quite a character.

Why are you pulling such a face?

Did a girl break your heart?

No.

Oh dear, just what I needed.

A man I feel sorry for.

Are you Jewish?

Why?

Watch out. Your glasses are broken.

So, take a look

Now that you are here

And then decide yourself if a human being can live here.

What's so special about this house?

You, for example.

Watch out, will you?

My fianc� is a hussar!

The jealous kind as well!

And a sharp shooter, too!

He'll shoot a bullet right between your eyes!

I guess you have no idea what happened in this house.

What?

Ludwig van Beethoven.

You have heard of him, did you?

A relative of yours?

- He died in here.

When?

76 years ago.

76 years ago?

Are you kidding me?

Shall I show you the kitchen and the toilet now?

When I left my home tonight -

I asked my father to accompany me to the tram.

We stood at the station and talked

when the first tram arrived.

And I did not enter.

Then another one came. Still another.

A fourth, a fifth...

My father didn't understand.

So I said to him:

Father, I'll be going now.

And I'll get myself an apartment at Schwarzspanier Str. 15.

You are indeed strange.

Suppose there'd have been no room left!

Most actions have no meaning at all.

It doesn't matter when or where they happen,

but the straight actions

those that make the world hold its breath

must happen at the right moment.

And at the right place.

Well, so did you enter the tram or not?

The eighth!

The eighth I took.

And I said Schwarzspanier 15, father. 15!

Will you remember that?

And he: sure, sure, I'll remember.

He could have hold me back!

Enough time to take me by the hand.

But he didn't.

So I jumped on the tram.

And what's so special about this story?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, now I must laugh. Laugh!

I haven't laughed for ages!

I thought I would die

without laughing at all.

Now you made me smile.

Goodness is everywhere, isn't it?

Not just in one place.

What's your name?

Adele.

Adele?

That's my mother's name.

Who received me in her womb and brought me into this world.

You want to sleep in here?? - Of course.

Hand me the key!

Listen, if you have a fight with your family

you can stay downstairs at my place.

Poor chap!

Don't make a sound!

Don't.

Listen to me.

I must move into this place tonight. I must, you understand?

Don't ask why.

But if you do not let me stay, you will be guilty too.

Of a terrible crime, to be remembered in thousands of years.

And your name will be forever connected with it.

What is it you want?

Give me the key.

Please.

Thank you.

Can you pass by tomorrow to get your papers?

The police demands...- Weininger!

Otto Weininger.

Born April 4th, 1880.

Doctor of Philosophy.

And you will pay the rent tomorrow?

No.

You can have it now.

My god, that is far too much!

No, you keep it for your troubles. Now, listen to me.

If somebody comes looking for me -

If anybody asks for me -

You don't know me, you have never seen me.

Nothing and nobody must interrupt my work tonight.

Did I make myself clear?

Yes, Sir.

And tomorrow

you knock on that door.

At 9:30 exactly.

Yes, Sir.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Look, who is coming here?

It's Mauschel, the ugly Yid!

Surely you did some fine business again, no?

And cheated another decent man, huh?

Oy, it's Mr. Kasperl! (heavy Yiddish accent)

Vat are you saying? I never cheat for money!

I've always been a good Yid, only trading with my own good money

Hear, hear!

Shall we believe the Jew, children?

Noooo!

God help me, you must believe me that!

I was a the tailor's, getting myself a fine new suit

A really pretty, fine cloth one

You are nothing but a dumb Yid!

What do you need a suit for?

You think you can hide in that, huh?

Just wait!

I'll show you!

Oy vey! Not my nose!

But Kasperl is a Yid himself!!

Why?

Because of his long nose.

Oh no!

My nose! My big nose!

So I am a Yid as well?!

And I didn't even notice!

Then I must give myself a beating!

Maggot!

Disgusting insect!

Stinking itinerant preacher!

Who are you, anyway?

Look at you!

Look!

Look at you!!

This emptiness...

This nothingness...

Death.

The only form worthy of your inner emptiness.

You Jewish hater of mankind!

You stinking chameleon!

Shoot!

Shoot, Otto!

Are you me?

Otto!

Otto, are you me???

No...

I am really somebody else.

I will be somebody totally else.

Totally different

so I can look at myself in the mirror

and hear myself say:

That is what I always wanted to be.

That is

what I want to be from now on.

Not a Jew

but a normal human being.

You see, Otto?

You see all these little lights in the night?

Do you know what they mean?

Lueger's followers celebrate his election as Mayor of Vienna

I have seen them, Otto.

I heard them shouting in the streets.

Heard them scream hysterically.

One can hear them even now.

"Lueger shall reign, the Jews shall perish!"

"Hooray Lueger!"

You hear that, Otto?

This is not the sea.

This is not the wind.

This are our fellow countrymen.

I was at the Rathausplatz today.

There were thousands of them.

Organised groups.

Christian-social Party, Parlamentarians...

High-ranking officials with their chic wives

an incredible mix of "Tout Vienne".

Do you hear them?

You don't have to answer me.

I didn't ask anything.

It disgusts me.

Me too.

This whole life disgusts me.

Life? What life?

They hate us here.

Us? - Us.

Jews.

I am not a Jew.

You are a Jew! Like me, and all the others.

I decide for myself what I am.

That's what you say.

But pretty Karl says:

"I decide, who's a Jew!"

To hell with Lueger's antisemitism!

He wishes you to hell too, and he has more power.

Antisemitism is a Jewish invention!

Clara, nobody hates what bears no resemblance to oneself.

There is something yiddish about each aggressive antisemite.

Come with me.

Where to?

To Palestine.

We must get away from here.

Away from Vienna.

Away from Europe.

Before it falls down upon our heads.

Aged 17, I could already speak fluently German...

English, French, Norwegian, Spanish....

plus Latin and Greek.

And then I remember the lullaby that my grandmother used to sing

in a barbarian dialect

called Yiddish

"Sleep well, my young one, my pretty one" (sings in Yiddish)

"and close your little black eyes."

"does a little one that has already got all his teeth"

"still need his Mama to sing for him ay lyu lyu?".

It makes me vomit.

Clara, when will you understand?

Jewry is an abyss within the Jewish soul.

It will swallow everything you try to build upon it.

Forget Jewry.

(Crowd singing the Emperor's hymn)

Come with me.

I know you want to.

We both want to.

Why are you fighting it?

What's wrong?

A swine

That's what I am, a swine

If you don't enjoy it...

It's not a sacred duty.

Why do you always bring forth the swine within me?

Is this the only satisfaction you know?

So you can tell your friends?

"Otto too is nothing but..."

"...an animal"

"...like all the others."

Do I repell you so much?

Why?

No, no, no...

No, Clara, it is not your fault.

It is the Female inside you

that forcefully craves for happiness.

I don't understand you.

How could you?

We could love each other.

We could fill our lives with love.

Clara -

Don't utter this word again

Never again utter this word: "Love"

Speak of murder instead.

And if you want to kill me

why don't you use a knife?

You are wrong.

You are wrong about everything.

I'm not talking about with whom I am sleeping with or not.

Is that all you can think of?

You are just a vessel.

From your womb down into your soul.

A vessel of full of male excrement.

I feel sick

by the thought of

digging myself into this swamp of excrement

you are full of

right unto your skullcap!

I think I know what troubles you, Otto.

You feel guilty.

But we are all guilty.

Guilty because of the life we live as Jews in here.

There is only one way to free ourselves from this guilt.

By going back where we came from.

Back to the roots of our guilt.

"If the Jews were really capable of accepting their guilt

they would not be in a state of dispersal anymore

in the Diaspora

They would be in Palestine instead."

But Diaspora is the natural lifeform of the Jew

He desires it.

Consciously.

That will change.

No, it won't.

Zionism will create a new Jewish man.

There is one point on which I agree with your Dr. Herzl.

"The Jewish people must finally awake..."

"At bright noon, strike 12, it must"

"march into the church with proper steps"

"and get baptized."

So why don't you get baptized then, Otto?

If that is the solution?

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

I will get baptized.

"Oh Sacred Head, now wounded ..." (Christian passion hymn, sung Klezmer style)

"O Head,once beautifully adorned with the most honour and adornment,

but now most dishonoured: let me greet you! "

"The colour of your cheeks,

he splendour of your red lips

has vanished completely;

the might of pale death!"

"When I must once and for all depart,

then do not depart from me;

when I must suffer death,

then come and stand by me;

If your head will turn pale

in the final blow of death;

Then I will finally reach out for you

And take you into my arms."

Tell me, Berger -

What would you do if you would meet your doppelganger?

Here and now?

Who?

Somewhere there is somebody who knows all about you.

Even things you never told to anyone.

And things you will never tell to anyone.

Are you talking about a person or about an idea?

He watches all over you.

From a point beyond your death.

What would you do if he would reveal himself to you right now?

If he suddenly stood in front of you?

Otto -

If he had some sort of disease

of the embarrassing kind

the kind to feel ashamed about

would you recommend me to see a doctor

or to conceal the truth and pretend nothing was wrong?

Why are you asking me?

Aren't you seeing Sigmund Freud anymore?

Yes.

I'll have another session tomorrow. - Fine.

I will give you my dissertation on Eros and Psyche.

And you give it to him.

I want him to read it.

Is it finished? - Sure.

But -

it was just four weeks ago when we discussed the theories of Fliess

and you had just begun.

I worked day and night.

You...- I absolutely must meet Freud.

Can you arrange a session for me?

Yes, of course.

With pleasure.

And which embarrassing disease -

do you think it is

I am hiding?

You know that very well.

"Come out of your foreskin, enter the lady

Come Herr Baron, and inseminate me

Play with me the In & Out - Game!

Play with me the Cat & Mouse-Game!

Even the carpenter's son from Nazareth

did at night not go alone to bed

Slept with one, slept with another

with Mary Magdalene, and on shabbes with Johannes.

And then screamed all of Canaan: this man can!"

"Come out of your foreskin, enter the lady..."

"Circumcision bothers not a bit, go and put him on my tit

If he is a bit square, I'll rub him bare..."

"Even if he is not straight, join the merry parade"

Lotte, what the heck is that??

Don't you see?

A Jew.

A Jew boy.

Do all of them look like this?

Are they getting born with that?

They get it cut off!

Oh, those poor guys!

No blankets to cover their poor things.

Come, Jew.

Come!

Otto!

Yes, father?

I hope you made the right decision.

What do you mean, father?

I mean the Consular Academy.

No, father.

I will study philosophy at the university.

What money can you earn with philosophy?

I can give private lessons.

In Latin and Greek.

A yiddish teacher will be a smashing success, of course.

One more reason -

to get baptized!

No bad idea from the economic point of view.

Economic point of view?

Jewish point of view!

You see everything from a Jewish point of view!

Jewish? Me?

Of all people?

Yes, you!

You need religion only to make life more comfortable

S-solve all problems

Only a Jew could conceive such an utilitaristic concept!

The Jew is the irreligious type par excellence.

And as far removed as possible

from any true belief!

But it is piety that is the basis of all.

the foundation upon which all things rest.

"Oh, my gracious evening star..."

You have got this all wrong, father!

Richard Wagner meant this completely different!

"Oh, my gracious evening star..."

Well, that's just your opinion!

You have obscured Wagner's Germanness, triumphing over the Jew!

"Jewry", "Germanness", my dear Otto

it's music, that's all!

Simply art, universal!

Simply art?

What is that supposed to mean?

No need for words for everything, Otto!

Don't question the beautiful things in life!

Effeminate sentimentalism!

Wagner needs no explanation, he is a genius.

A genius, a genius...

You are soft as a woman when you talk about Wagner!

The Female inside you gains the upper hand.

About females I could teach you, my son!

I know all about the Female.

You think you are an experienced man, huh?

Genius...

... doesn't need experience.

Genius...

... carries all mankind within himself!

Oh my dear little Otto

These are just theories.

"All theory, dear friend, is grey,

And green the golden tree of life." (Goethe)

Otto!

Father locked himself inside his room! (speaks with a Yiddish accent)

That means at least two days of sulking.

Why, Otto?

Why can't you respect your father?

Did he deserve that?

Is that how you show your gratefulness?

Answer me, Otto!

Don't say a word, I know you better than you do yourself.

Once, when you were little, I took you to the kosher butcher

I brought him a chicken

And before you even understood, his knife slit the chicken's throat

Its feathers stood on end

You ran home and cried, for hours!

It was heartbreaking, we just couldn't calm you down.

And you didn't touch any meat for months.

You are not hard at all!

And you ain't stubborn either.

Be a good son, and give in.

In your heart you already have.

Does it matter whether you study at University

or at the Consular academy?

Inside you are already sorry for being such an ass

I know you, Otto.

You and me

we are alike, aren't we?

See? Allright then.

Why do you have to be so hard on your father?

Why do you have to do as he does?

If it means so much to him that you join the Consular Academy!

Why hurt him?

Come on, Otto!

Go to him! He is waiting for you!

Don't make any scenes! Go, Otto! Go!

Stop it! - Why should I stop?

All my life I cooked, cleaned, washed for you, and this is how you thank me?

We are all guilty.

But who's blaming you?

Do I blame anybody?

I carry my yoke without a single sigh

I was talented for languages

Ask your father!

It's from me you got that talent from!

A foreign correspondent I could have become!

Seven languages I could have learned

instead I gave birth to seven children

I sacrificed everything!

And this is what I get

This, this.... arrogance!

This pretension!

This contempt!

Answer immediately!

Stop torturing her!

You sadist!

Don't talk to your father like this!

After all he is your father!

Two days he will stay in there

He wants to punish me!

And for what? So you stop behaving like a cowardly dog!

So you'll finally defend yourself!

You had it coming!

Adelaide, you dumb goat!

All your life you didn't buy yourself a new dress

so they can afford to go to Bareyth! (=Bayreuth)

Bareyth! The most important thing in the world!

Wagner!

Poldi, if you were a German or some other Goy

you wouldn't even have dreamed of Bareyth!

Not with your income!

And you take revenge on me and the children!

And on yourself too!

Revenge for being a Jew!

Leopold!

Deep down in your heart you HATE Wagner!

But you torture everybody with your goddamn hypocrisy!

Get out, Leopold!

Get out! Get out!

Otto! Poldi! Otto!

Listen, Otto, don't go to Freud.

Did you give him my dissertation?

Yes. Don't go.

Did he say something?

No.

"I have read the work of your friend."

That's all?

He said: "Interesting."

Cancel the appointment!

Did you make an appointment for me or not? - Yes, I have.

Freud is a busy man, he wont mind if you cancel.

The truth!

Did Freud tell you his opinion on my work?

Perhaps it sounded a bit ironical when he said "interesting".

Ironical?

Yes. He said "interesting" twice.

I know that tune.

I know that tune!

A typically Jewish tune!

Saying things twice.

First huh, then hah.

So nobody can take you on your word.

I know that.

I know it from my mother's family.

Now I MUST see him.

I must.

What are you doing here?

Why did you take so long?

I have an appointment.

With Sigmund Freud.

Didn't you notice me?

I followed you on the street, but you kept talking to yourself.

I didn't talk to myself, I talked to Berger.

I talked to Berger!

Watch out!

You are already starting to imagine things!

Anyway, I've been waiting for you for more than 15 Minutes now.

Nervous?

Because of your appointment?

I must concentrate.

Freud is not anybody.

Who said he was?

That means war, Otto!

Either it is you embodying the spirit of the 20th century, or Freud.

You or him!

We are not adversaries.

I bet you are, Otto!

I bet!

It will be a battle for life and death.

Did you see his library? It's gigantic!

And all books are about you.

Look!

"Otto Weininger, Prophet of the Male Aeon"

London 1905.

"Weininger and the Copernican Turn of Psychology"

Stockholm 1930.

"Otto Weininger, Mankind's Liberator of Jewish-Female World Domination"

Berlin, 1945.

"Moses -

Jesus -

Otto"

Rome 2040!

"Thousand Years since Otto's Birth"

"A Theological-Philosophical Symposium"

Paris 2880!

All about you, Otto.

And not a single one about Dr. Sigmund Freud!

He is foaming with rage!

He will try to put you on his couch

and extract the secrets of your childhood.

I will only say...

what I want to say.

I am counting on you, Otto!

"Eeeeeiiiiiiaaa...."

"...popeia, what is rustling in the straw?"

(German nursery song)

"... it must be the little goslings, they do wear no shoes."

So you chose me to be your first reader. - Yes.

I also have read everything you have written.

You mean, what I have published.

Yes, certainly.

Many of my works are not published,

I only publish what I have carefully thought through.

Admittedly I am a very fastidious person.

I take a lot of time to formulate a sentence

until I am almost satisifed with it.

Your style shows this a bit.

What do you think of my style?

In order to answer this question justly

I would have to painstakingly study your work again.

I'm just asking for your general impression.

My most prominent mistakes

according to your opinion.

If you

allow me some critical remarks?

Well, shoot, young man!

Shoot.

You don't mind me lying down a bit?

Your style is a bit clumsy.

Heavy-handed.

The sentences are...

well... long-winded.

You never reach your end on the shortest way.

And sometimes you seem to make a claim

while taking it back the very next moment.

I think I know the root of this malady.

Your language bears the mark of an ethnic mentality

of an influence

of which you are seemingly not aware of.

It is the spirit of Jewry.

To be frank.

Continue please, I am not asleep.

I can concentrate better with closed eyes.

Interesting, interesting.

This psycho-analysis you are working on, Doctor...

is a deeply Jewish kind of science.

Because without the notions of Good and Evil

there can be no depth psychology.

Psychology will become shallow

and, Doctor -

you have conceived a system

which leaves the question of guilt

completely aside.

In your system, Man is never

really guilty.

He just suffers from -

feelings of guilt.

Which others have taught him.

And your therapy simply consists in finding out who is to blame

for causing these feelings

in order to project them back onto this person.

Because this person is guilty of my feelings of guilt.

If it's my father, then my father is guilty.

If it's God -

well, then

God is the guilty one.

Only I

I stay guiltless for all eternity.

And this is what you cannot suffer?

No.

Repentance.

Doctor, you leave no room for repentance!

But what is left of the soul?

If you take away guilt... SIN...

and hence the possibility

and necessity

of repentance?

Doctor.

Your psychology

is a psychology without heart.

Without soul.

Look, Otto

If I was a Christian

charity would require me to tell you

that you are very talented, Otto.

Maybe even a genius!

Follow your path and you will reach the peaks, but -

We are, and we will stay -

Jews.

The others will use us

without understanding us.

And they will also use

you.

A lot.

But that aside.

My highest command is not charity

but the quest for truth.

So.

In Berlin

lives a hard working physician called Fliess.

And this man has informed me about his research and his theories.

And I have mentioned these theories

- without any particular intentions -

to a young patient of mine

a certain .... Berger.

who happens to be your friend.

And this certain Berger has

- without any particular intentions, I suppose -

told you about the theories of Dr. Fliess.

And if such notions as "good", "evil" and "guilt"

- of such a vital importance for you -

shall be used in this matter

then I would have to tell you

Otto -

You are a common thief.

Everything substantial you wrote in your dissertation

has been stolen from Fliess.

You opened the door with a stolen key!

You broke into the treasury vaults of science!

Now you have no idea what to do with the treasures!

Whatever you take with you, you destroy and break into pieces!

Get out of there.

This is no place for people like you.

You despise women

You despise the Jews.

What do Jews and women have in common?

Why women and Jews?

Why are they such a problem for you?

You find sexuality repellant.

How is this related to your contempt of women and Jews?

But you have to ask that yourself.

I am willing to see you again.

If you wish.

Doctor.

Should your name

in thousands of years

still be remembered

then just because of this little conversation with me.

But only if I please

to even mention it in my diary.

You showed him!

He was finished!

Speechless!

Just one thing was a bit much

This idea that somebody would remember Freud in thousands of years

just because he had this conversation with you.

It's the truth!

It will happen exactly like that!

Suppose your efforts will gain you a place in history

one could still remember Freud, no?

Never, never, never ever!

He is no genius.

He is not deep.

He is shallow, spiritless

I will destroy Freud

Him and his stereotypes

I will eradicate

Freud from Mankind's memory.

I shall awaken the Aryan soul.

I shall defend it

from the attack of the Jewish spirit

that aims to castrate Aryan manhood!

That aims to force Jewish Femininity

onto the Aryan spirit!

(Lueger Memorial in Vienna)

"Jews are all over Vienna like sand in the desert!"

"Wherever you go - nothing but Jews!"

"You go to the theatre - nothing but Jews!"

"You go to the Ring Street - nothing but Jews!"

"You go into the City Park - nothing but Jews!"

"You go to the dance ball - nothing but Jews!"

"You go to University - nothing but Jews!"

"What are wolves... lions... panthers... leopards...

tigers... compared to these human predators?"

"Read the story of the Old Testament

and you will find, that the Jews have always locked up their prophets.

It is sufficient to say,

what Isaiah and Jeremiah have already said about them."

"Nothing healthy is about them!

From head to toe! Their lips speak lies!

Their tongues speaks sacrilege! Their hands are covered in blood!"

"We'll conduct a war of annihilation against the Jews."

Come with me to Palestine.

When?

Tomorrow?

I'll get baptized tomorrow!

I don't need you as a Jew.

I need you as a human being.

Clara, I'll become a Christian tomorrow.

The most important step I have ever undertaken.

You always wanted to attract attention, at any cost!

Always in the spotlight.

How boring!

I feel like drowning in Schlagobers!

Exactly seven weeks ago I went into the office of the Jewish community

to abdicate Jewry once and for all.

I saw my name erased from the registry.

For three months I have been a man without religion.

Otto, you seriously believe you just need to whisper a few words

and get sprinkled with water, to break the curse and get a new life?

What do you know of guilt?

And what do you know of guilt?

I cheat you with your best friend.

You cannot cheat me.

You are not my wife.

That is all that counts? You idiot.

I love you, and I sleep with your friend whom I don't love.

Is that clear enough?

Why?

Is he more masculine than I?

I don't know what you mean, when you say that.

I don't want you as my lover.

I want you.

Give me strength to leave.

Come with me to Palestine.

And then you will grant me, what you grant my friends?

Go to bed with me?

Allright.

Come here!

What a curse!

To know that one is being loved

but not being able to love.

To live

with hate

for the desire of love.

Infertile

sterile

petrified.

Like a barren tree on a granite block.

Why cannot my soul liberate itself?

Why can't it connect with yours?

Otto!

Don't.

Not my name.

Why?

It scares me.

I am like a house

whose windows have been shut forever.

The sun warms it on the outside

but no sun ray ever enters the inside.

It is a bitter

a melancholic house

that shuts itself off from the light.

What happens inside?

Constrained, feverish action.

Desperate struggling.

Things are being pushed aside, shoved under the carpet.

Covered, hidden.

Emptiness.

Nothingness.

Darkness falls slowly over the house.

Don't ask what is happening on the inside.

What was that?

What do you mean?

Didn't you hear it?

Nothing at all, Berger?

You are shivering. - I am cold.

How... how is our common friend?

Dr. Freud?

Fine.

Fine. He became professor.

And you still see him?

Yes, twice a week.

Does he know

of my conversion?

Yes, I told him.

What did he say?

Is it important? - Come on!

Are you afraid to hurt me?

He didn't say much.

Just: "So what?"

"So what"?

Otto Weininger gets baptized

"So what"?

Otto Weininger got baptized, so what!

Otto Weininger got baptized.

So what?

Otto Weininger wanted to commit suicide.

Yes.

You were right.

And if I hadn't met you today, I'd have done it.

Why?

Why?

What kind of a question is that?

For what reason?

I can't tell you a reason.

Why? - Because I don't WANT to.

What is the reason?

What is the reason?

What is the reason?

What is the reason?

I am a criminal.

You?

A murderer.

Since I was born.

You could not harm a fly.

Not even a worm. You, a murderer?

My head is full of dark thoughts.

You are mad.

You are insane.

One night, in a hotel room in Munich

I was alone and couldn't sleep

I could hear the cry of an animal in the distance

A big, black dog.

That was Satan's soul, I am certain of that.

And I fought with it.

I fought for my life.

I bit the sheets, tore them to shreds.

To resist temptation.

So that wouldn't -

walk outside and do it.

Ever since I know that I am a murderer.

It is my destiny.

I am guilty.

Ever since I was born.

If I keep myself alive

I'll sentence somebody else to death.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe in your guilt.

Then you cannot understand. You are different.

You don't know hate. Or enmity.

I do.

I can only hurt.

I hate everybody who loves me.

I leave only shards.

I see only murder and death.

I am the rat catcher.

Yep.

Yep, Berger, I should have become a musician.

I would pipe my song of savage hate on my flute.

And all the rats would come out of their holes.

Out of their bars, taverns, auditoriums

and would follow me.

And you honest and decent people

you could, while they are running after me,

shoot at them with guns

smoke them out, stone them, split them with axes

kill them with anything you can get into your hands.

You have to kill them, each and everyone

Until no one is left

Until all the damned rats are gone.

Or else they will kill you.

You are insane.

Do you really want to wait for piles of corpses to heap up?

Come on, Berger.

Let me kill myself.

You will live, Otto, you will live

You have your life ahead of you, even though you made mistakes

You have so much to say to the people

You MUST LIVE!

I CAN'T!

I am not allowed.

If I disappear now, nobody will ever remember Otto Weininger.

Nobody will know about him, and that is good!

I will talk to Dr. Freud

You need psychotherapy!

Psychotherapy?

That whoring, that fraud you call psychotherapy?

Some Jewish pimp putting his nose up your soul?

That's not therapy, that is FILTH!

Everybody has to help himself.

Be his own therapist.

Then God will help you.

If you want to.

Nobody else will.

Man lives until he either reaches the absolute

or nothingness.

Piece by piece, his life is being annihilated.

Or else

it becomes the foundation of Eternity.

God.

I abdicate everything that human beings call happiness.

The love of women

of family

the temptations of flesh

I want a life of purity.

Will I be strong enough to walk in these heights?

Or will I -

- as sinful as I am -

pay with my life for it?

God.

God.

I give myself up.

To myself.

Full of joy.

Full of fear.

Everything

has been created in pairs.

In pairs of opposites.

Without Light, no Darkness.

Without Life, no Death.

Without Being, no Nothingness.

The Holy and the Profane

Male and Female

Matter and Form.

One against the other.

About Man without doubt we can say the following:

Every human being is a mix of Male and Female.

Man and Woman

are like two substances.

Mixed in different ratios

dispersed within the living individuals.

The proportion of Male and Female

determines the character

The character is constant from birth on

and cannot be changed until death.

Femininity is Chaos.

Masculinity is Creativeness.

Woman is Nothingness.

Man ...

is the Cosmos of all things.

Adelaide, out of the way.

Leave him be, Leopold.

He writes a book in order to become professor

The youngest in the whole monarchy!

I want to talk to my son.

And he will become doctor of theology as well!

Let me talk to him!

Tomorrow, Leopold!

He needs to sleep.

He cannot stay up and work every night!

(Alfred Kubin drawings)

Woman is all sexuality.

Man is sexual only in the genital area

but otherwise spirit.

Man's purpose is glory

immortality

Genius

as the highest form of perfection

of the individual

Woman has no individuality

Her only purpose in life

is sexuality.

Woman uses her sexuality

to attract the Male.

Her destiny

is the connection to the Man.

Sexuality is all-encompassing.

Endless.

Woman is either Whore

or Mother.

For the Mother, sexuality means children.

Lust for he Whore.

Thus explains the power of male sexuality over Woman.

The Being of Woman is submitted to the phallus.

The phallus is Woman's God Almighty.

Woman

is Man's original sin.

All night I hear his pen scratching

All night I hear his pen scratching!

If you'd have been at home more often, you'd have gotten used to it.

He is insane!

He will have a breakdown during the exams!

Your father is right, Otto.

You havent't slept for a week

If a clean copy is all you need, let me do it and go to bed.

A grown man

and acts like a baby!

No need to change his diapers anymore

You worry about him, Leopold

I am so happy you finally admit it

After all, you are his father

Doctor or Professor -

As long as you live in my house, I forbid you to write after 11 p.m.!

12, Leopold, 12!

Promise your father, you'll stop writing after 12! - 11!

11:30 then!

When was the last time you brushed your teeth?

Not 12, not 11:30, but 11, period!

Do you want to kick him out?

Let him go, if he wants!

Now, please have some consideration for your father!

I know him, he says 11 now because he is angry.

But once you'll show some more consideration

if you stop at 11 for some days, and let me make the clean copy

Your father will allow to write until 12 for sure.

Isn't it true, Leopold?

And later maybe even until 1 a.m.

Poldi? - 11!

Your father doesn't mean bad.

He just cannot sleep as long as you spend hours in that cold chamber!

Not the shoes on the sofa, Poldi!

But at 1 a.m. you should really stop.

Even our physician always says, "Mrs. Weininger, that is bad for your heart!"

And now

we all go

nicely

to bed.

Papa and Little Otto

now say goodnight

just like good boys do!

Good Night, Papa!

Papa says the same to Little Otto

and Mama says goodnight too

Otto has to get up in the morning and go to school!

And Little Otto now says goodnight to Papa!

Little Otto!

Say it nicely: Goodnight, Papa!

NOOOOO!

Why?

Poldi!

Did you hear that?

Exactly the scream he made at his birth!

The midwife almost got a heart attack!

He talked, I could hear it clearly

He said: "No! Why??"

You didn't clean your neck properly.

And behind your ears you are dirty as well

I am very happy

that you think of women like this

Even without us having to warn you.

See, Leopold, what a clever son we have?

There are very bad women around!

Really bad ones!

Not to say immoral ones!

Indecent ones.

Women who are even worse than, well, you know...

Much worse!

Like Mrs. Schindler for example!

Yes, yes, Poldi...

Not ashamed to visit us with a dress like that

The kind that bursts if you don't hold your breath!

How she dares to place herself in front of your father.

How she lifts her skirt, like this!

And how she presents her thighs, like this!

Right under your father's nose.

And you are even staring at her!

Your father read your book to me.

Excuse me that I have told him, Poldi

but there should be no secrets in a decent family.

I have been watching you.

You were talking about music.

Music! She is only interested in seducing you!

Catch you in her spider's web of charms.

Just like Otto said in his book.

Children hear and see everything!

I'm happy that our Otto understands these things.

And that he keeps away from women

like Mrs. Schindler.

It's outrageous!

How she behaves! The slut!

Otto must hear such terrible things.

Before he has even finished school.

Harder!

Again!

Harder still!

Yes! Yes! Harder!

It's coming! It's coooming....

How wonderful.

You can go now.

"Now sleep well, my little Otto, my pretty one" (Yiddish)

"And close your little black eyes"

"A little one, who already has got all his little teeth ...

keeps his Mama awake for many nights."

"A little one, who already has got all his little teeth...

keeps his Mama awake for many nights."

That is the book.

The new message.

The prophet of the new

had to break free from the womb of Jewry

and oppose it.

Just as Man

is born from Woman's womb

and has to oppose her, in order to become a Man.

Only from Jewry

- the lowest part of the human race -

can the New Man arise.

Brave

unflinching

pure.

The Super-Man.

An age that is not only the most Jewish

but also the most feminine of all

NEEDS

and longs for

God.

I could have lived without writing this book.

Did I want to do that?

It became true.

I poured my soul into this book.

Into these words.

Words that will become deeds!

Tied inextricably to my name.

I will bear the consequences.

Suicide!

The gallows!

Or Immortality!

Glory!

As never achieved by any human being before!

Don't open, Otto.

This is just a hallucination.

But I hear it knocking.

Who is this?

Adele!

Who?

The housekeeper!

I gave you the room for rent!

I have expressly ordered

not to be disturbed until 9:30!

There is a gentleman here to see you!

From Sweden!

He says, it is urgent.

A certain Mr. Strandburg

Or Strindberg or something like that.

Strindberg?

August Strindberg?

Yes, something like that.

He came from Stockholm, just to see you.

Send this man in.

Herr Strindberg!

Come in, please.

Doktor.

I have read your book.

The mystery is solved.

What a relief!

My compliments.

I assure you

of my gratitude.

You are a genius.

You came in the last minute.

I had a terrible nightmare.

I was involved in a terrible crime.

I was on my way to commit suicide.

Because your book was criticised?

Yes.

That as well.

A critic, a certain Moebius

attacked me personally.

Everybody else ignored it.

Simply not interested.

Waste no thought on them!

Your work

will take at least 20 years to be acknowledged

and will reach the peak of its influence in 40 years.

That is what I keep telling myself, too.

But I am one of those people

whose self-respect is badly damaged.

Instead of feeling free,

free to create my work,

I am boiling inside

I feel sick of anger, I could tear this Moebius to pieces

I am torn apart myself

between anger and resignation.

You know

sometimes I think

I really should put an end to all of this.

A few years ago

I was in the same situation as you are now.

I wrote into my diary:

Why am I going on?

I was on my way to the top!

But a woman -

dragged me down.

But I went on living.

I found out that our tie to that woman was a sacrifice

A duty

An ordeal!

We are not allowed

to live like Gods.

We must

march through

the mud

and still keep ourselves pure.

I was very close

to do the same.

All alone

with my discovery.

It is not just an opinion.

It is a discovery!

And you

are a discoverer!

I understand you!

Now I got you, pederast!

I got you in my trap!

Any denial is futile!

He has shown his true face!

The great critic of femininity

the herald of Aryan masculinity, Mr. Religious Founder

Who are you??

I am Moebius!

Your critic!

Why are you staring like that?

Get thee behind me!

Satan!

My book is called "Sex and Decadence", yours "Sex and Character"

Shamelessly you stole the "Sex and -"!

It's five times in my book. "Sex and-", "Sex and-"....

Faggot!

I am the prophet of the New Age!

My work will last for millenniums!

"Prophet of a New Age"

You??

All you can do is steal thoughts and pimp them up!

You poser and impostor!

Making your rottenness look fancy!

Running away from yourself! Stealing from others!

You even stole a whole religion!

But it will never belong to you, never!

Never! Never!

You are a total fake! A player, deceiving others!

Just to put yourself into the spotlight!

Your performance was mediocre, and other mediocrities

will wade through your mediocrity.

Height, body type, character, schizoid, manic-depressive,

bones, muscles, your monstrously ugly lips

fleshy and red, like a baboon's asshole!

And your genitalia.... yes, yes, yes!

Inquiries in Vienna's bordellos in be made

whether they were normally developed.

Everything will come to light!

They will take your life apart

Just look

what they have done to Kleist.

Who unlike you was a real genius.

"Atrophy of the genitalia."

"Atrophy of the genitalia."

"Genitalia... genitalia... genitalia..."

Finish yourself off.

Freud is the only Viennese which will be remembered.

Only Freud!

And if you will be remembered in 500 years

it will be just because of a single footnote in Freud's works

"The castration complex is the deepest unconscious root of antisemitism."

"The contempt for women as well has no stronger root."

"Weininger, the talented and sexually pathological philosopher,

was a neurotic dominated by infantile complexes."

"The castration complex connects

the contempt for women and for Jews."

Calm down, Otto.

Calm down.

It's neither Strindberg, nor Moebius.

Just good old Tietz!

Stop brooding so much, Otto!

Jews, Christians... all this doesn't mean anything.

All that counts now is naked violence.

Come with me

I'll take you to the countryside

You can write in peace there, or not, if you please.

I will take care of you.

We will eat the best food.

Drink the best wine.

We will create a new aesthetic of pleasure.

And if you stop fighting against it

you might be able to enjoy life after all.

There is nothing else we can do in this world.

Otherwise you'll be just a Jewish concubine

for a nationalistic, antisemitic society

which decays and falls apart

Make yourself comfortable.

Otto.

What have we got here?

A gun?

Now we are all by ourselves.

You

and me.

And I'm alive.

"If you love and live like a dream, that's Vienna"

"Everybody sings, laughs and drinks, that's Vienna"

"You are young and full of sweeping passions"

"That's Viennese blood, dance with me, my poor Yid"

Come!

Dance with me, Otto!

Dance!

Dance!

It's 9:30, Otto!

"Now sleep well, my little Otto, my pretty one..."

And close your little black eyes"

"A little one who already has got all his teeth

keeps Mama awake for many nights."

"Now sleep well, my little Otto, my pretty one...

you are lying in your cradle, close to me."

"It will cost your Mama many tears and sorrows

until one day you will finally become a man."

Dedicated to my Father.