"Everyone is for himself, God is against everyone" movie script
Text / [Germany] Vie Herzog
Translated by Feng Youli
[Editor's note] This film was filmed in 1974 and is another masterpiece by Herzog after the filming of "Aguirre God's Wrath". The film depicts the mysterious story of outcast Casper Hauser, and uses images to show his endless efforts to step into society and get the treatment that others seem to take for granted. The film shows that all social prejudice points to Casper, and through his encounters it reflects all the hypocrisy and unscrupulous egoism of a society based on privilege and the church system. Herzog is critical of this, using bizarre representations in the hope of eliciting real reason and human dignity from the audience.
The film was awarded the Special Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival in 1975. It is an important symbol of Herzog's artistic style and one of the masterpieces of the new German film that has gained a world-renowned reputation.
A dimly lit hut - Casper's prison cell
It was dark. Outside this dark scene, it was just dawn. Dawn dawned. The first time we saw Casper, he kept humming and making wild beast-like noises. In this persistent and embarrassing darkness, the subtitles came out.
Gradually brightened. The dark hut is not much wider than Casper lying there. The room was cold, the walls were uneven, like a cellar, and the floor was covered with straw. On the wall, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, there were two small rectangular windows, the size of a book, side by side, from which only a shimmer of light could penetrate. Looking through a few very thin slits in the window, we found that the window was sealed from the outside by some log piles. On the left side of Casper, there are two small wooden horses fixed on small wheels. Next to the wooden horse is a toy: a very crudely carved puppy, which also has wheels. The little creatures were all painted white and had ribbons tied around them in a messy, slouchy way because Casper couldn't tie a knot. In addition, there was an empty water pitcher beside him, and two untouched slices of bread on a small piece of ground without straw. On the right, a palm away from Casper's buttocks, lay a very shallow pot with a wooden lid. Behind Casper, we can vaguely see the outline of a low door, but Casper is clearly concerned only with the pitcher and his critters.
Casper sat very peacefully in the hut, in an odd position: feet outstretched, thighs pressed to the ground, even in the crotch completely flat. He was covered with a coarse wool blanket below his knees, but his bare toes were sticking out of the blanket. Casper huddled crooked, and when he turned slightly to his side, we found him tied by the belt of a pair of leather pants, the other end of which was fastened to the ground. In addition, Casper was wearing an oversized shirt with suspenders. We can see from his movements that he doesn't even want to sit up straight, and he doesn't bother to tie his belt at all, obviously he considers it all part of his body. He is like an indifferent beast.
Cuthbert sat poised, the ribbon of the toy wooden horse around him. He doesn't touch them either. Later, he lifted the pitcher and put it to his mouth, but there was not a drop of water in it. Casper held the pitcher to his lips for a long time, as if the water would flow out automatically after a while.
Now, the subtitles are over, and Casper's voice is heard, enthusiastic but hesitant, but touching.
CASPER'S VOICE: I must say, I was having a hard time. The place that keeps me forever, the prison cell, seems to be all right to me, because I don't know anything about the world. I never saw a single person while I was there. I have two wooden horses and a little wooden dog and I play with them all the time, but I can't tell if I play all day or all week because I don't know what a day is and what a week is. I want to describe what the prison cell looks like: there is straw in it. The back of my trousers is open, I open the wooden lid and poop there. There was nothing beside it, no stove, nothing. I never move the toy horses because I don't know how to move them, and the ribbons droop down because I don't know how to tie them. I don't know there are other people, I've never seen one, I haven't seen a thunderstorm, I haven't seen anything. When I'm thirsty, I pick up that little water jug and sometimes hold it to my mouth for a long time, but the water never comes out, I often wait a long time to see if the water will come out, because I don't know , someone fills it with water while I'm sleeping. I was there for a long, long time, and I didn't know anyone else existed. I don't know anything about the world because I've never seen a man, a horse, or a bare tree, nor heard a sound, and I don't know anything about speaking. Plus, since I was chained to the ground, I never thought about getting up either. I wasn't at all surprised by the new bread and that my poo was cleared out because I thought it just happened naturally. I've been happy and content because I've never been hurt; I've lived like this until the man comes and teaches me how to imitate him, but I don't know what I'm writing.
The door behind Casper opened, and a stranger came in. Casper was neither afraid nor surprised, and calmly accepted his manipulation. The man brought a small stool, placed the stool across Casper's legs, spread a piece of paper on the stool, put a pencil in Casper's hand, and put it behind Casper. Hold his hand and let him write.
CASPER'S VOICE: At this point, the man appeared in front of me for the first time, but I didn't hear how he got in. He put a small stool in front of me and brought a piece of paper and a pencil. Then he grabbed my hand and tucked the pencil into mine.
The stranger didn't say a word. After a while, the stranger asked Casper to write by himself, but he only drew some meaningless zig-zag lines. The stranger held Casper's hand again and wrote some letters. Gradually, Casper began to copy the words. Now, zooming in a little bit, we see Casper writing his name more clearly: Casper Hauser.
The stranger began to teach Casper how to speak, and he said "horse" several times in a row, with serious pronunciation. Casper hesitated and listened for a long time. The stranger grabbed the small wooden horse, then held Casper's left hand and reached for the horse. He pushed the horse back and forth. "Horse," said Casper, touching the pony. The stranger asked him to repeat it a few more times, while guiding his right hand to write, "Remember this," said the stranger. "Remember this," Casper said. "Remember this, repeat it, and you'll get such a good-looking horse from your father," said the stranger. "From my father," said Casper. At this time, the stranger carefully left Casper and disappeared into the background, leaving Casper alone. It was a little darker inside.
CASPER'S VOICE: Then he taught me this by standing behind my back and holding my hand, and then I did the same by myself. I practiced writing, did that for a long time, and remembered everything he said, and I have known the horse's name ever since. The man is gone again, and I don't know where he is, but he left the stool and the paper; well, for the first time I felt this man's presence, but I couldn't see him because he was behind me; the stool It was still there, I was stupid, so I didn't move the stool when I lay down. When I woke up again, I drank water, ate bread, and began to write, and when I was done, I lined up the two horses, and then I rocked the horses like he did, but I rocked hard Son, my ears can't stand the shock...
It's just dawn. Casper pushed the horse back and forth, with his left hand, with great force, and then back and forth on the wooden cover with a loud hollow sound. Casper cried out in excitement, like a wild beast. At this moment, the door behind him opened, and a wooden stick hit him hard on the elbow. Cuthbert was so taken aback he could hardly breathe. The door slammed shut again, and at the same time, the sound of footsteps quickly disappeared.
Casper's voice: ... Later, that person came and hit me with a stick, and the pain caused me to cry softly and shed tears. My right elbow hurts badly, but I don't know where the blow came from, and I don't even know what a blow is. So, I became very quiet, it was because I felt a lot of pain in my heart, I lined up the horse again, and put down the ribbon gently, but I didn't know how light it was. Later, after I defecate , lightly covered with a wooden lid. The pile of straw on which I sit and lie is something I can never leave, first, because I can't walk at all; second, because I can't leave the place. I felt as if something had left me there, I never thought I was going to leave, I never thought I was being held here.
It's still dawn. We see Casper sleeping, the stool still lying across his lap. At this time, a stranger came in through the door. He untied the belt that tied Casper to the ground, put on his jacket and shoes, and then tried to drag Casper who was half asleep. . With his back to us, the stranger took out a handkerchief, tied Cuthbor's hands together, and pulled Cuthper to his feet, while holding him strongly against the wall. Casper let his hands hang down, he didn't know he should stop. The stranger pushed Casper hard against the wall with his hips to keep him from falling, and then wrapped the gloves around his neck from behind Casper. He finally carried Casper and walked out.
CASPER'S VOICE: The man is here again, and he wakes me up and puts my coat and shoes on. Then he leaned me against the wall and wrapped my hands around his neck. After he carried me out of the cell, he hunched over and carried me over a hill...
Desolate mountains, big groves
dusk. We saw from a distance that strangers struggled to climb up the back hill with Casper on their backs. The green grass is green, and there are several thick and lush old mountain hair sticks growing on the top of the mountain. Suddenly, from above the treetops, a terrifying dark cloud appeared in the distance in the distance, and there was a violent storm over a forest.
CASPER'S VOICE: . . . I was terribly cold there because I'd never been outdoors, and at the same time there was a terrible smell that made me sick. So I shouted, and then the man said and gestured to stop me shouting, otherwise I would not be given a horse...
The camera moves forward a little. Between the tree trunks on the top of the mountain, the stranger lowered Casper and laid him face down on the ground. The weeds after the rain are a little moldy. The stranger undid the handkerchief that was tightly bound around Cusper's wrist. By this time, Casper was so tired that he fell asleep. Then he woke up, but didn't move because he had never been on his stomach. The stranger hugged him from behind, made him stand, then pushed his legs and started to teach him to walk.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...I can't tell how long I was in the mountains, because I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was lying on the ground, face down, and I also smelled a nasty smell, and everything made me uncomfortable. When I was fully awake, I turned my head and was seen by the man, so he came over and helped me up and taught me to walk; at first, he put his arm around my waist to guide me, but then, Since I couldn't step or walk, he kicked my feet forward alternately. Because walking was so hard for me, and it all made me so miserable, I cried and said "Horse! Horse!" I mean let him send me back to where I was locked up...
The stranger brought down the exhausted Casper. It was getting dark and it was drizzling. Strangers repeatedly taught Casper the phrase, "I want to be a rider like my father." Several times, Casper hesitantly learned to say, "The rider of that...". The stranger picked up Casper again and ruthlessly taught him to walk.
CASPER'S VOICE: . . . Tears fell from above, and when I said horse, I meant stop, because I didn't know it was raining, and the rain stopped automatically. My feet hurt so much, but I really can't tell how it hurts. Then he gave me a little water and bread, and he kept standing behind me, and I could never see his face; I did walk a few steps by myself after I finished eating, but my feet were still sore. Then it got completely dark and I fell asleep right away as I had never traveled so much myself.
It was dark and night fell.
Road to town, non-dream image
It was still dark when we heard Casper's voice again. When he said the first sentence, it was dark. Then it lit up, very bright. On a bright green background, we saw several striking stalks of weeds in brief flashes.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...Waking up and seeing what's in here for the first time, I saw something I never knew. It's green, there's grass, it's so bright, my eyes are stinging...
The sky was dazzlingly bright, as if you were looking directly at the sun, and everything on the earth was covered with an extremely bright white light.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...then we left and my feet hurt. I can't remember the road we took. There is a trail there with ruts. My clothes are still covered with pine needles, where the wind is blowing, where the woods are dense...
A sandy trail, and for a brief moment we saw the rut of a carriage. Pine needles on top sleeves. The sun shone on a few solitary pine trees, which seemed to sway gently.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...there's a cornfield there, it's so bright that it makes me sick, the crickets are chirping, and I thought someone was screaming somewhere...
An endless wheat field, at a glance, it seems that countless electric lights are flashing dazzling light. There seemed to be a powerful force like high-voltage electricity overhead. This piece of wheat seems to have no boundaries, it is illusory, sluggish, and lifeless. We heard the screeching chirping of the crickets, which grew louder and louder, sometimes like people shouting in unison, shaking the eardrums.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...then when I said "like a rider," I meant screeching, and I was so tired from this trip. Then there was a mountain, a farmer, a dog, and I had no idea what those were...
The crickets chirped incessantly, like a chorus of people. In the dazzling light, looking from near to far, we saw in the valley a small hill and a small stream, so narrow that it was almost entirely hidden by weeds. Some willow stumps remain along the winding river. Not far away, stands a dead tree that has been dead for many years. An angry dog is biting the bark of a tree. The farmer carried a shotgun with him, and then the scene disappeared into the bright sunlight.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...there was a woman and a piece of water, and there was a cow on the edge of the water, and there was a little boy standing on the back of the cow, which scared me, and I saw the boy was barefoot... …
We saw a woman, holding some laundry to be washed, suddenly stopped beside the calm and wide water of the small river. She bent down and looked at us, not moving. A little further down the creek behind her, a bull was drinking peacefully. A boy of about five years old stood barefoot on the back of the cow. He carried a small wooden stick and gently patted the flank of the cow. The child looked at us without fear. A light flashed across the screen like a storm. The chirping of the crickets came to an abrupt end.
Tullow Place, Town N, where Casper was born
An irregular rectangular square surrounded by houses lined up in the town. The sun was shining and it was afternoon, and the bursts of music and sounds seemed to be coming from the market in the distance. The stranger led Casper past us and into the square. We just looked at these two from behind. The stranger stopped in the center of the square. He glanced hastily around and said something to Casper - who looked exhausted. Then he put a letter in Cuthbert's hand, corrected the position of Cuthbert's hand again, and stretched it slightly forward, as if to give the letter to someone. The stranger then took a step to the side, where Casper stood staggering alone, awkwardly reaching forward for the letter. Later, the stranger put his wide-brimmed hat in Casper's other hand. Casper was motionless, like a fowl laid there. We see the black-haired stranger hurried around a street corner, his cloak floating with him.
CASPER'S VOICE: ...I've rested about twenty times since then before we got to that big village. When he got to town anyway, he put a letter in my hand and told me I had to stand there until someone came and took me away. I'll be a rider like my dad from now on. I stood for a long time, and suddenly, I saw those houses. But then I didn't know what they were, I didn't know what a house was. In that town I came into the world, where I was born.
A close-up of Casper. His body swayed a little, clumsily trying not to change his posture. His hand holding the letter stretched forward with all his might and stopped in mid-air, his other hand drooping down to hold the hat, looking very quiet. His legs stood in tandem, as if he was walking towards a non-existent person and suddenly stopped. Cuthbert's toes turned slightly inward so he could try to stand up straight. He seemed to be lost in thought. Nothing happened, but Casper was very surprised. A dog ran past in the empty square. Casper didn't dare to move, and stretched the letter forward. At this moment, an old man appeared in the background and walked into a house listlessly. "Horse, horse...remember this," said Casper, still in that odd gesture. A little girl walked through here with a girl younger than her. "Hey, you," said the girl, "where did you see Annieris go?" Cuthbert's face was slightly beaming, and his arms that held the letter were obviously gaining some strength. "Be a rider." Casper said happily.
After some time, Casper was still standing in the square, holding the letter in one hand and the hat in the other hanging down. Shoemaker Wakeman leaned out of the second-story window, with his wife by his side, pots of flowers and plants in front of them, and a shoe store downstairs. Smoking an unlit pipe, Wakeman poured some dark liquid into a pot of geraniums. His fingers were yellow from tobacco smoke. We see that Wakeman is looking at Casper. His wife was also staring intently at the eccentric figure below. Then the couple leaned over and waited peacefully to follow.
A close-up of Casper. He no longer had the strength to keep his arms straight, and the letter in his hand sagged slightly, but he persisted as much as he could, extending the letter to the imaginary recipient. Casper pouted and swallowed silently.
Wakeman tapped his pipe on the heel of his shoe and approached Casper from the side. Asked, "What are you doing here?" Casper said, "Like father." Wakeman wondered where Casper was going and if he was a stranger in this town. Need help delivering that letter? "I want to be a rider like my dad," Casper said. Wakeman was stunned. He took a step closer, looked at the envelope carefully, and read the words: "'To Town N, Your Excellency Captain Cavalry, 4th Battalion, 6th Schwaringen Regiment'. Oh, that's close, Across the Augustine Road, the cavalry captain's house is on the corner, and I can show you the way, maybe, what else is there for you young man?" Casper wanted to say something, but only from his heart There were a few unintelligible sounds. At last he said: "Horse." Wakeman was curious to know where this grotesque lad came from, from Erlange or Ansbach, or from Regensburg? "Regensburg," Casper said after him. "Oh, it's Regensburg." Wakeman looked delighted. "Regensburg," Casper repeated.
home of a cavalry captain
Wakeman rang the doorbell. Casbury leaned bewildered against the wall beside Wakeman. Now Wakeman has that letter in his hand. After the doorbell rang for a while, a servant opened the door and buttoned his shirt irritably at the same time. Obviously, the bell just interrupted his sweet dream. The shoemaker told the servant. The young man had come from Regensburg and had sent a letter to the captain. The servant said that the captain was not at home, and he was about to close the door, but stopped again, feeling that something was wrong. Wakeman said that the young man was from Regensburg, but he did not make it very clear, because he was obviously tired, and then Wakeman touched his head carefully with this gesture to the servant. Indicates that there is something wrong with the newcomer's mind. The two thought for a moment. The servant thought, let the young man rest on the straw in the stable for a while, because the captain will not be back before dusk, and then let the young man hand over the letter. "Horse." Casper said. "Yes, go to the stable and sleep on the straw," said the servant.
stable
Casper slept soundly on the straw as if dead. In his sleep he still held the hat as he had just gotten it. A horse bent its head slightly towards him, and stared at him for a long time with a wise look.
Wakeman brought the captain, the servant, the police notary, the two maids, and the shoemaker to the stable. In the background, a pony peeps from the ceiling. The captain and the police notary are clearly serious about this. The captain held the letter up in front of him, squinting and reading.
Captain: "From Bavaria. Address unknown. 1828. To His Excellency the Captain!"
Police notary: "Your Excellency, Ha Yi Ha!"
Captain: "I will give you a boy who is willing to serve the lord faithfully. This boy was placed with me on October 7, 1812. I am a poor day laborer, and I have ten children myself. I have a lot to do. Work to get by, the mother put the baby with me so I could raise him. I didn't ask my mother, and now I don't tell the magistrates that the baby was with me. I was I thought he should be regarded as my son. I taught him in Christianity, and I haven't let him leave my family since 1812, and no one knows where he grew up, and he himself doesn't know my family Where he lives, he doesn't know that place. You can ask him, but he can't say anything. I taught him to read and write, and when I asked him what he would do in the future, he said he wanted to be a rider like his father. If he had Dad, he's going to be a well-bred lad. But he's not. You can show him something and he'll learn it right away.
"Dear Captain Cavalry, don't torture him, he doesn't know where I live, where I stay, I got him out at night, and he doesn't know how to get home. This is my heartfelt advice. I don't let anyone know who I am, or I'll be punished.
"And he doesn't have a single penny on him, because I have no money myself, and if you don't keep him, you can kill him or hang him in the chimney."
The servant tried to wake Cuthbert, who was surprised that he slept like a dead man. The guys finally pulled Casper up, but he was still asleep, as if unconscious. Wakeman persuaded the captain not to use violence against Casper, because the young man was obviously not very clear-headed, he could not even walk properly, rather than walking, he was rubbing forward.
The captain shook Casper so violently that the horse was startled. Casper opened his eyes slightly and looked around for a moment, as if he wanted to fall asleep again. At this time, the captain kicked him hard with his foot, and Casper woke up and looked around. He looked carefully at everyone's hands, not their faces. Suddenly, he noticed the glitter on the captain's uniform. The luminous copper button happily leaned against the button. Later, Casper grabbed the captain's epaulette with great excitement, and the captain was quite angry. The police notary wanted to know Cuthbert's name, where he got it from, and what class he belonged to. Casper simply made some soft noises and made no answer, so the notary asked again in a doubled voice. Finally, the notary asked in a shrill voice where Casper came from, who brought it, where is his passport, and what did he do? "Be a rider," Casper blurted out.
The captain of the cavalry believed that the young man's intelligence was clearly in question, so that a formal interrogation by the police was of no use. A maid said in a calm tone with some scruples: "He must be very hungry." At the same time, he handed Casper a piece of meat and a glass of beer. Casper took it and wanted to taste it, but as soon as the food was imported, his face suddenly twitched, and it could be seen that he was surprised and disgusted, and immediately spit out the food. Seeing this scene, everyone is puzzled. At this moment, Casper pointed to his feet and moaned softly. When the maid took off one of his shoes, they had to support him because he couldn't stand on one leg. Come on guys. At first glance, Casper's feet were covered in blisters, most of which had burst and were bleeding. The maid said his feet were as soft as silk. When I looked at his toenails again, they were also floppy and raised, like breadcrumbs.
According to the captain's orders, Casper's shirt was taken off and his shirt was unbuttoned. The servant found that Casper had cowpox on his arm. The sign was a sure sign that the outcast belonged to the upper classes, because only they vaccinated their children. A report has to be written on the outcast's neurological condition, otherwise how will the authorities tell if the lad is a trick-or-treating liar? How the bruise on his elbow came from, the captain asked louder and louder, and finally even shouted at Casper.
Casper's top, close-up. The servant was searching the pocket of his jacket and found a printed booklet and some items, and placed it in front of the captain, who was dictating, and the police notary was recording.
Captain of the Cavalry: "A prayer book, titled 'Do Not Lose Yourself in the Heart', here are some beautiful and ardent morning prayers carefully assembled by Alto Eddin - a devout man.
"A small string of rosary beads in tortoiseshell shell with a metal cross on it.
"A German key.
"A printed booklet titled Six Devotional and Convincing Lord's Prayer.
"And the same booklet, called The Code of Mind, was printed in Prague.
"A folded square of paper, and we, seriously, found a little bit of gold dust in it."
"Shoes, pants, tops and hats can be written under one item." This is what the police notary said after taking a closer look at the clothes. When the items had been counted, the notary added that the young man, who appeared to be abandoned, should be taken into police custody; this was obviously a relief to the captain. There is really nowhere else to contain people like this.
Casper suddenly caught sight of the police officer's public pencil and grabbed it at once. The guys didn't care about him. Casper then scribbled on the piece of paper he had just recorded. At first he wrote out individual syllables over and over again, as if in practice, and then, unrecognisably: Casper Hauser. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Casper returned to his previous appearance completely. He was indifferent and indifferent at the mercy of others.
Prisoners in the tower, cell for drunkards, exterior view
Shot from outside: The cell door slams shut, and a haggard-faced guard, Hiltel, pushes a few latches, then opens the small window on the cell door and peers in. From the window we could see Casper crouched on a straw cushion in the corner, completely absent-minded, still holding his hat as before. He smelled the straw with all his attention, and licked it with his tongue.
Outside the small window, the police notary, the captain, and the servant huddled together, apparently satisfied with the solution. Perhaps his nature was even good, the notary thought. He came with them willingly, and gave the impression that he had no intention of causing trouble until the authorities got their hands on it. Then they asked him to swear and questioned him again. For it does not appear that he suffers from cretinism (Note 1) or mental illness; after that, he will spend some time in the tower of criminals and homeless.
The cell for the drunken man, interior view
The cells were quite large and contained six cots with straw mats and blankets usually draped over horseback. There was a drunk man lying on the mat with his back to the wall, making a sound. He was lying in his clothes, filthy and scruffy, with his shoe-clad feet on the blanket. His trousers were down under his tailbone; his shirt was peeking out of his trousers; the hair on his back was filthy;
On the floor in front of the drunken man's bed was a pile of half-dry noodles he vomited.
Close-up of Casper. He looked lonely, his face was cold, and he was blind to everything around him. He cowered there silently for a long time, then seemed to wake up, looked around, but did not understand everything. Then, his eyes were fixed on a gently closed window. So Casper walked hesitantly and awkwardly toward the window. He walked over slowly, walking with his feet always flat on the ground and his knees raised high. He leaned his body against the window, still clutching the hat in his right hand, and Cuthbert looked out dazedly, but he didn't seem to understand anything. His eyes were watery, and there was a slight excitement in his eyes, and it seemed that a strong light touched his heart. Until then, he still couldn't adapt to the bright light outside.
The view from the window. We saw the windows in the tower, overlooking the roofs and gables of the town. A dead layer of smoke hung over the roof. Two jackdaws fluttered past. The view from the window. At the same time heard the annoying, very irregular snoring of the drunk.
cell for the drunk
The drunk man lay peacefully, the blanket pushed completely aside, and his breathing was extremely weak, as if he were dead.
Casper sat on the ground and shoved a small wooden horse back and forth, fascinated, and let the wheels slide back and forth smoothly. In front of the cell door, a group of people stood silently, watching Casper, pushing and shoving each other.
Cuthbert looked up at the men with poise, while still pushing the ponies around. As he kept pushing the pony, he stared very calmly through the people into the distance, as if they were made of glass. Suddenly, while pushing the pony, Casper let out a beast-like roar, roaring as if in a dream.
Hilltel's Residence, Kitchen
Lunch on the kitchen table. The table was set, and Mrs. Hilltle, mild and young, sat down. With the baby's cradle beside him, the child was crying. She held the cradle with her right hand, without looking at it, while eating peacefully with her left. A pot on the stove behind them was steaming and puffing. We saw at once that the furnishing of the interior was rather rudimentary.
At the other end of the table, in the corner of the table, was a bench, and Hiltle and his five-year-old son Julius were struggling to get Casper to sit down. Casper always wanted to slide to the ground so he could sit there with his legs outstretched, and we could tell he had never eaten properly. Now he is wearing new clothes.
Hiltle dragged Casper up onto the bench again and tried to put his legs under the table. But as soon as he took this position, Casper threw himself on the table. After some effort, Hiltle finally placed the clumsy outcast on the bench and asked him to place his legs on the bench as well, parallel to the table. Julius handed Casper a glass of water, and Casper grabbed the glass with both hands as he had done with a pitcher, and drank the water impatiently. Afterwards, Casper held the water glass to his mouth for a long time, and Julius finally had to take the glass from his hand. So Julius became Casper's teacher uninhibitedly, and took pride in being able to teach someone much older than himself. Julius tugged Casper's hand into the water glass, signaled to him that it was empty, then turned the glass upside down, and the last drop of water fell slowly on the table. Julius held the water glass to Casper, and at the same time said repeatedly: "Empty." Casper said, "Empty." But in fact, he did not really understand these meanings yet. Casper grabbed another glass full of water and said, "Empty." Apparently he took the word "empty" for "cup."
"I said," said Hiltle proudly, "that this guy is pretty good, he's acting pretty smart. He just doesn't know the rules."
Julius put a spoon in Casper's hand and pushed him a bowl of soup. Then he shows how to use it with a clear gesture. Casper learned fairly well, but at first he didn't touch his mouth with this bizarre tool. Finally, he took a sip of the soup, but immediately shuddered in disgust, and decided not to eat anything but bread.
Hiltel told his wife that some people get used to eating normal food fairly quickly, while others take a lot of effort to turn this somewhat vicious half-beast into a decent one. guy.
The prisoner in the tower, the cell for the drunk
During this time, the drunk man was already sober, he sat cross-legged on the bed, put his hands on his chest, and moaned softly. The alcohol had made his face rude, and one of his ears was crushed like a new leaf. "Jesus, Virgin Mary," said the drunkard, "my belly hurts." Beside him was a smelly old tramp, the newcomer in a state of delirium, talking nonsense gibberish. He cursed and shouted, "Fire, it's on fire!" Casper stayed in the corner, sitting on the ground as always, next to Julius, who was as serious as an adult. Julius pinched Casper's index finger. "Fingers," Casper said. The child patted Casper's hand lightly again. "Arm," Casper said. "No, hands," Julius corrected him. "It's all about arms here." "Hands." ." Casper was delighted, he figured it out.
"Fire, fire, the tower is on fire!" the old man shouted from his corner.
But Casper and Julius, who were engrossed in learning to speak, did not hear the shout, and Julius touched Casper's mouth. "Mouth." Casper said immediately, then "Nose." At the same time, he nodded his nose. "It's the ear," Julius said, touching Casper's ear. "Ears," Casper said, fumbling over his head with some fear. He stroked his ears excitedly. It seemed that this was an amazing discovery for him. "Yes, it does belong to you, and you should absolutely believe it," Julius said. "There's another ear over there." Casper looked suspicious and surprised. At this point, Julius twisted his ear so hard that Cuthbert realized that it really belonged to him. "Fire," cried the old man, "waitress, have a beer!"
Julius took a small mirror from his pocket and held it up in front of Casper. "Look, those are really your ears." Casper leaned back in fright, and Julius moved the mirror closer to him, so Casper lowered his eyes and avoided the mirror like a beast. Julius refused to give up. He pulled Casper's ears and said "ears" quite loudly several times. Cuthbert finally plucked up the courage to look in the mirror, his eyes widening like wild rabbits. He understood now that what he saw in the mirror was himself. Then Casper leaned forward in confusion and looked behind the mirror. "Waiter," cried the old man, "I'm going to pee."
Laundry, first bath
Casper and Julius were sitting in a large laundry tub, and Julius was also sitting in the basin, apparently so that Casper wouldn't be afraid of water. The water was hot and steaming. Casper had thin skin and tender flesh, and the guard's wife added some cold water to the basin, because the water in the basin was too hot. Casper felt comfortable and made a satisfied sound, clapping and kicking in the basin like a little baby. Julius blew a small paper boat towards Cusper's chest, and Cusper slapped it lightly with the palm of his hand in delight. At this point, the woman began to soap Casper, who looked a little unhappy when she washed his ears with a rag. Then she got Cuthbert to his feet and soaped his lower body again. Casper took it in stride, unconcerned. He stood there like a horse. To get out of this embarrassing situation, Mrs. Hilltle kept reassuring Cusper that he didn't have to be ashamed in her presence, because only God was watching them.
Casper suddenly found that a layer of dirt had been washed away from his body over the years, revealing transparent and white skin from below. Small, beautiful blood vessels under the skin are also exposed. Casper said timidly to the woman: "Mother, skin!"
Prisoner in the tower, fencing game
Casper sat down in the cell where the drunk was being held, and a special scene was about to be staged. He was sitting on the ground with his legs outstretched, playing with his toy wooden horse, oblivious to everything around him. The drunk and the old man are gone. Casper's mat has new straw. A dozen or so wooden animals on wheels were neatly arranged on a newly made wooden shelf.
In front of Casper, stood a cavalry lieutenant in military uniform. He attacked Casper with a sword, stabbing him constantly, but never actually stabbing Casper. The lieutenant paused, then shouted "Ha," and stepped forward, stabbing Casper in the head. After that, the lieutenant adopted the French fencing method of graceful dance, dancing his sword in front of Casper's face. Cuthbert, on the other hand, was intently playing with his Trojan horse, only once absently glanced at the sword. The arrogant lieutenant had no choice but to stab him fiercely and blindly into the air with a "swoosh". The lieutenant paused, surprised at Cuthbert's indifference, but at the same time complacent at his own incomparable heroism, and turned away.
Only now did we discover that there were more than a dozen other people in the cell watching the show, all huddled against the wall near the door. At this point they chattered, and one police officer said he no longer thought the young man was a big liar, because he was obviously not afraid and didn't know anything about Mr. But the lieutenant made another ingenious move.
The lieutenant brought a lighted candle to Casper. Casper looked up, and made a pleasing noise as he fondled the shiny brass buttons on the lieutenant's uniform. At this time, Casper found a candle on the ground in front of him. He happily went to catch the flame, but he fiddled with the wick with his fingers too long, and withdrew his hand, grinned unsightly, and began to cry. He wept silently.
Hilltel's residence
A very heartwarming scene. Casper leaned over the baby's cradle, not daring to move a step, as if it were a forbidden place. Then Casper put his right hand into the cradle, and then tried to retract it cautiously.
Now we see the baby up close. He was only six months old and wore an embroidered bonnet on his head. The baby held Casper's index finger tightly with one hand. Casper raised his index finger carefully, and the baby in the cradle smiled.
Casper suddenly felt as though someone was watching him from behind, so he leaned forward slightly, trying to pull his hand back, but the baby wouldn't let go. Casper didn't dare to pull his fingers out.
We see the baby's mother, Mrs Hilltle, standing in the doorway, looking calmly at Casper, making up her mind.
Casper turned gently, looking into the woman's face with a guilty, disappointed look on his face. He wanted to leave the cradle, but couldn't, and we see that when he raised his hand, he brought the baby's little hand up to the cradle.
The woman smiled at Casper, making up her mind. Instinctively, she made the right decision: she lifted the baby from its cradle and placed him decisively in Casper's arms. Casper was surprised and delighted. He kissed the baby's head lightly, caressing the child in his arms with the utmost tenderness, like a blind man. "Mother," Cuthbert said as best he could, grinning and weeping, "I'm helpless."
The prisoner in the tower, the black hen
Four rural boys broke into the cell, and it was obvious they were here to make fun of people. They stood there trying to look innocent. Casper was sitting on the ground with a picture of a plum tree in front of him, which he was trying to copy. "I am honored." Casper said to the visitor with satisfaction, he was very happy, because he was right. He sat on the ground and nodded, his ears suddenly red. The children squinted at him, not looking at his eyes.
An ugly-faced child hid behind the other boys and quietly put a chick on the ground. Where is it a chick! It was a big, fluffy black hen, so stupid that the children had adorned it with a wide ribbon around its neck, with a medal hanging from it and hanging down from its breast. When the boy hiding behind pushed the chicken between his legs from one of his friends - a big-eared country boy standing there watching - we found another situation: the Chicken got drunk.
One of the children said, "Hum," and then shoved a loaf of soju-soaked bread into the chicken's mouth. The hen stumbled forward a few steps, then turned and walked back. It shook its head dumbfoundedly in front of Casper, and then tried to peck at the medal on its chest, only to fall to the ground. When the chicken finally stood up again, Casper noticed it.
Casper jumped up in surprise, "Black", Casper said fearfully, "Black, black." At this time, the hen made a frantic "cooing" a few times, put her head on the ground, turned over After a somersault, Casper was frightened and terrified, leaning against his pillow tightly, trembling all over, then stepped back to the farthest corner of the cell, trying to climb up the wall.
At this moment, the four boys scorned and sneered wildly. Then they picked up the wine bottle, grabbed the hen, and walked away laughing wildly.
The prisoner in the tower, the cell for the drunk
Casper sat on the ground surrounded by dried grass and flattened flowers, which he arranged neatly on sheets of white paper beside him. On his wooden shelf stood a set of oddly shaped wooden horses on wheels, arranged precisely by height.
In front of Casper, stood a lovely little girl of about four years old. She was very lively and full of enthusiasm. The little girl was a friend of Julius, who was five years old, and Julius already had the dignity of a father at a young age.
"Good morning, little white cat," said Casper, forming a circle with the thumb and index finger of his right hand at the same time, while the other three fingers were raised upwards (Note 2). As he spoke, he tapped the rhythm of his speech on the ground with his uniquely gestured fingers.
"You lost your gloves," said the little girl.
"You're lost, you're lost," Cusper said, feeling it was too quick for him.
The little girl pretended to be as serious as a teacher, and recited a poem in a solemn manner:
Good morning, little white cat,
You lost your glove,
Is this milk yours, or mine?
I'm licking here,
where you lick,
Lick, lick, lick, milk is really good.
Lick, lick, lick, milk is like wine!
Casper opened his eyes wide as he listened to the little girl recite, and it seemed that the poem impressed him deeply. Then he laughed heartily, the first smile on his face in a long time. Casper was overjoyed and cheered loudly. The little girl, as proud as a noble lady, made a curtsy.
"Agnes," Julius said after a moment, "it's still too long for him to understand."
Prisoner in the tower, cell for drunkards, night
"You drink two pints, you pee two pints," said Cuthbert deferentially. A group of sloppy lads stood around Cusper, and they forced him to say it clearly. These people couldn't stop their laughter, and wiggled their bodies vilely. Casper followed in a confused way.
Prisoners in the tower, cell for drunkards, exterior view
Outside the small window with the trellis, there were several important people, who occasionally glanced in the small window. Dissatisfied voices and Julius' laughter came from the cell.
The mayor whispered to the constable that the outcast turned out to be a member of the British cavalry who had deserted when it was stationed in Upper Baleden. However, this claim is unreliable. But the mayor is fairly confident that the rumours linking Casper to the Baden royal family are deprived of his right to the throne, and if that's the case, they'll end him of. Besides, the Baden House is beyond doubt, although its succession to the throne is disputed. The mayor could not believe all this, because the young man was brutish and unpolished, which was very inappropriate for a man of royal blood, because they were born with noble qualities. The mayor finally said that it should be considered how to make this young man support himself, so far he has been supported by the people. Someone should figure out a way for him to fend for himself. Is it possible to exploit the curiosity of the masses for him to do this.
Then the mayor turned and looked through the window to see what was going on in the prison, with some interest but disgust.
The cell for the drunken man, interior view
All we can see is Casper's bed, which is in the corner, and the rest of the beds have been removed, leaving only a few frames. Casper was sitting on the ground on his knees, with a cat between his outstretched legs, which he held because it was always trying to run away. "Hands, hands," Casper said to the cat, putting a bit of food next to him, trying to teach him to use his claws to bring food into his mouth. Julius sat next to Casper and laughed. Casper was serious about what he was doing, trying not to let the wiggling cat get rid of it.
Later, he tried very seriously to teach the cat to walk upright. He let the cat stand on its hind legs, and it hissed angrily and suddenly grabbed Cusper's hand. He was scared and didn't know what to do, and finally let go of the cat. Julius, who stayed by the side, didn't help Cuthper at all, but laughed even harder.
Confused, Casper grabbed the yarn and the woolen work and knitted it with his thick, awkward fingers. He's already knitted fur the size of his palm, and we don't know where he got it.
A tent in the bazaar, interior scene, four mysteries among humans
A humble bazaar, the tents are dilapidated. The festival's activities looked bleak. The atmosphere is gloomy. The atmosphere was accentuated by the fact that the market-goers were planning to have a good time and didn't notice it at all. Many people crowded into the tent and filled it up, among them women and children, and a few drunkards, rough and noisy.
We can see a little light shining from behind a transparent semicircular curtain, where it appears that someone is walking around. At this moment, the manager stepped into the narrow reception from the side, and the background immediately became deadly silent. He was dressed in an acrobatic troupe costume, with glittering ornaments and patent-leather shoes on his feet, and waving a cue stick in his hand.
The manager first greeted the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he cried, trying to calm the restless people, and he did so in order to present the four human mysteries to the audience for the first time in one place. He begged the adults to put the children in a safe place so they wouldn't get into mischief. Children can stand in the front a little, but cannot cross that prescribed line. The lively music outside the tent drowned out the manager's voice. He raised his voice to introduce the first mystery - the little king. A loud horn sounded from behind the scenes.
The manager blinked, and someone yanked the curtain a few times, pulling it away so that the little king would be visible.
The throne rests on a slightly raised wooden platform, which is very large and decorated with various carvings and gleaming small metal pieces. The little king cowered in the corner of the throne, as if he had been exiled there. The little king was actually a small dwarf, about forty years old, but his face was covered with the wrinkles of an old man. His skin looked like a shrunken apple peel. He was wearing a pair of little white boots and a 'fur' jacket made of rabbit skin draped over his shoulders. He stretched out his hands, barely able to reach the armrests on either side of the throne with the tips of his fingers. Above his head hung a huge and striking crown from a rope. In front of the little king were two poodles, dressed in uniforms embroidered with gold thread, standing upright on their hind legs. The little king stared at the crowd with an air of indifference.
The manager said that this is the king of Ponte, the legendary golden country. He was originally a descendant of an ancient giant race, but as time passed, the king became shorter than the previous one. This king is the last of the family; and if the family lasts for centuries, no one will see the last king of Ponte, for he will be as small as a flea.
The amazed audience was overjoyed, and the children were even more ecstatic.
"Now, please move the audience in the front politely, so that the people in the back have a chance to appreciate it. The next one is Mozart." The manager shouted. The curtain was pulled back a bit. There appeared a boy of about seven years old, elegant, with a face like a prince. He was dressed as a little gentleman, dressed in Rococo (Note 3) style. He held a section of drainpipe made of cardboard. The inside of the drain pipe was painted black, and he stared intently into it.
The manager said loudly that Mozart didn't speak until he was three years old, and then he opened his mouth, but only asked to listen to Mozart's music and said nothing else. He was obsessed with Mozart day and night. At the age of five, he was able to memorize all of Mozart's compositions. For now, he doesn't say a word, just stares at the dark caves on the ground, the entrances to the kilns, and the drains. When he was five years old, people tried to send him to school to learn to read and write, and he stopped talking at all. The boy said that he could not study because the white paper was too dazzling. Since then, he has refused to speak again.
The audience rushed forward again, the horns blared, and the curtain widened again. The manager yells: The next one will be a live show of a tribe, performed by a savage Indian from the land of the sun in New Spain.
The Indian named Homebrecido appeared, thin and imbecile, but his eyes were lost. He was wearing three coats--one on top, with an embroidered Indian cape draped over his shoulders. On his shaved head, he wore a handsome Indian woolen hat with hood ears, with light red embroidery. He was wearing shorts just above the knees, two bare skinny calves like unwrapped cables, and a pair of flat shoes on his feet. As soon as the curtain opened, the Indian played an exotic and beautiful piece of music with an Indian panpipe made of a bamboo pipe. The audience all pushed forward, especially the children wanted to get closer to him.
The manager announced to the audience that the uncivilized man was the last survivor of his tribe, a member of an Indian performance troupe. The troupe has performed many times in Europe. The Indian kept playing the flute because he was sure that if he stopped playing, the townspeople would all die. He always wears three tops, this is to keep out the cold, in his own words, to resist the breath that people exhale. The manager also said that this is a very happy and well-mannered guy, but does not speak any other language than the Indian dialect.
Then, the manager loudly announced that a fourth mystery would be exhibited. Accompanied by the sound of trumpets, the curtain is completely opened, and what we see is - the outcast Casper. The manager said Casper, with the permission of the authorities, agreed to come here every afternoon in order to ease the financial burden on him from the townspeople.
We see Casper standing on a platform, and we can immediately perceive that he has no idea what is going on here, or even how he got here. Casper stood on a wooden platform set up for him, pulling thick colored ropes between the four surrounding wooden posts so that no one could get too close to him. Casper was still standing in the same position he was in when he was found in N-town. The same dress, the same tortured look: one foot slightly forward, a letter in the left hand, reaching for the imaginary recipient, the hat in the right, hanging politely.
The audience crowded forward, surprised and a little embarrassed. Pointing with his pointing stick, the manager gushed about Casper as he spoke. We could not hear what he said, for there was a strong and solemn sound of music. Vision. Casper fell into a state of emptiness, panic, desolation, and confusion, just like the day he was born in Tallo Square in N Town.
We see Dormer standing behind the audience. Apparently he was the only one who understood all this.
behind the acrobatic tent
Casper and Holmbrecht were sitting in front of a cage behind the tent; it was on wheels, and the wooden rails were narrowly spaced and very strong. Julius runs over in the background with a stick and a large hoop. The two of them were surrounded by rudimentary stalls and tents, and the grass was overgrown under their feet, and the straw was trampled into the mud. A small pile of dung, a pitchfork... a desolate scene. Homebresido played the pan flute alone to a bear.
Close-up of the animal cage. Inside we can see a bear lying indifferently on the dirty straw in the cage. With the tip of its mouth sticking out between the wooden railings and a leather muzzle covering its mouth, it was gasping for breath, looking directly at the two people outside the cage.
"Bear is sick," Casper was practicing. "Bears are sick, bears are sick," he said, apparently a phrase he had learned by accident from Julius. Homebresido played with a gloomy feeling. The two of them stared at each other for a long time.
Open fields, "grandfather", "father" and "son"
In the distance, a group of people ran excitedly across the field. This is a picturesque wheat field, and the green wheat has not grown tall yet. There was a shout. Now we can tell that there are three figures running in front of the crowd. The camera zooms in a little bit, and it turns out that there are three fugitives: Mozart, Homebresido and Casper, running on the field. Casper, with flat feet, clumsily ran and jumped. Hombresido, with slender legs, ran at the front. All three of his shirts were unbuttoned. Mozart was in the back. The rococo costume got in the way of his movements. When the fugitives crossed a small canal, Mozart was trapped there. There happened to be a drain pipe leading to the ground, it was dark and mysterious. Mozart stopped abruptly, crouched on the ground, and stared at the black hole in amazement. He immediately fell into a state of extreme trance.
Among the pursuers were the manager, the police notary and Dommel, who was a little behind. After catching up with Mozart, they left a few people to look after him. The rest continued to chase. There were more and more people, about a dozen people, and some women.
Casper's running speed gradually slowed down, and Homebrissido ran ahead of him. The pursuers also quickened their pace, chasing after them. In a small valley, three maple trees appeared side by side: one large, one medium, and one with a rather thin trunk. They are like three generations of grandparents, and from the cries of the chasers, we do hear clearly that the three trees are indeed called grandfather, father and son. Near the edge of the wood, there was an apiary, behind which there were dense trenches with spruce saplings. Homebrescido hurriedly climbed up the "son" tree, the thin tree barely bearing his weight.
At this time, it was Casper who ran ahead, and he ran all the way to the edge of the woods. We saw him turn a corner and disappear into the spruce. "Stop," the police notary called out to Casper, "I said, stop now," he called out, pausing for a moment.
Half of them continued to chase, and they rushed into the spruce bushes, knocking the one-man tall tree to the side. They called out to Casper, wondering about his escape, thinking he was crazy.
In the meantime, Homebrecido has climbed to the heights of "Son". If he continued to climb up, the thin tree trunk might be broken, so no one dared to climb up and catch him.
The police notary angrily called Homebrecido down. The uniformed notary considered himself the head of the group. The tree is going to be destroyed - it was planted by Hoyzel's grandson three years ago. Why didn't Homebresidor choose "father" or "grandfather" in order to escape? Homebresidor did not answer. At this time, he had calmed down and stared blankly at those who chased him. The manager asked Homebresidor loudly: "What do you want, how can you live? Yes, there is nothing to complain about." Finally someone climbed up the tree. The small tree was crushed and bent slowly, and the men pulled Homebresido from its branches as if picking fruit.
One by one, the chasers appeared among the spruce trees in search of Casper. "How did he disappear all of a sudden?" someone said. They were going to search the wood again, not randomly, but systematically. Apart from this, he will not escape anywhere else.
Dormer stood peacefully on the edge of the wood, thinking hard. Then, decisively, he bypassed the apiary and opened a small shed for storing tools. Between some planks, tools, and shelves for the hive, Casper cowered, blushing like hot iron, as if he had been in the cellar. He sat quietly, ignoring nothing, and ignoring Dormer's presence.
View of the fields. A group of people stood quietly beside a group of trees. There was solemn music.
Casper standing by the window, winter
Casper stood by the window, quietly looking out into the garden. Time has passed, it is winter. The lower half of the glass window was covered with ice. All was silent; on a small bridge at the end of the garden, a man leaned against the railing, staring motionless at the frozen stream. A black raven stood in the snowy garden, croaking and exhaling wisps of cold air. After a moment, it staggered away. Casper breathed quietly through his nose.
In the house an ancient clock struck in harmony.
Dormer's room, interior view
On the ground floor of the dwelling, there is a spacious room with a few splendid windows. It was summer, and from outside came the cry of a lone bird; from an open window one could see bushes of red currants and a corner of the garden. A walnut tree rustled. The furnishings in the room are practical, there are a few paintings on the walls, and the bookshelves are cluttered with books that seem to be really read.
In the foreground, Casper is seated in front of a piano, now with a soft little beard on his upper lip, a sign that time has passed. But there was something else obvious: Casper still had an air of indifference. There was still something unusual about his every move, and although he wasn't slovenly, it seemed he needed a lot of washing up, and his face clearly showed that he was very melancholy.
Casper, a beginner at the piano, was playing the simple "Virgin Chorus" from "Freelancer." He played the wrong keys again and again, and every time he played a wrong note, he waved his hands in anger. His demeanor was erratic and quick, and he still lacked self-confidence. Dormer stood behind Casper in a gown, listening contentedly to the ward. Dormer appeared to be learned, with a kind face and bright eyes, but his face was pale and sickly. Bending forward slightly, he corrected Casper's playing earnestly.
Casper suddenly stopped playing the piano and turned to Dormer. He couldn't keep playing, he couldn't concentrate, he felt "it" very strongly inside him.
Casper stood up and paced to the window, looking out into the garden. Dormer followed him, put his hand kindly on his shoulder, and said nothing. Casper said he felt so "unexpectedly" old. In a long silence, Dormer said nothing, because he felt it was best to remain silent now.
walk in the garden
The garden is rather large and untidy, with a few quaint and playful corners that seem to have been forgotten. More or less like an English garden. In the garden there were huge walnut trees, a trellis covered with clumps of lilacs and gooseberries, and jars of flowers and vegetables. At the end of the garden there was a dense row of small beech trees that had not been groomed for a long time, forming a hedge. Further away, there is a small canal with a small bridge with railings on it. Surrounding the garden, there is an uneven, overgrown gravel path. Under the walnut tree, there is a small bench and a table for the open air. A tall pear tree grew outside the house and had to be supported on a truss. It almost covers the front wall of the house facing the garden.
Casper and Dormer strolled silently through the garden. Casper still walks with his knees high and his feet flat on the ground. The tone and wording of his speech are still different. When he was stumped or when he was choosing a word, he was always flustered in the air with his index finger, as if searching for the unspeakable space in a sentence.
"I had a dream in my heart," said Casper. Dormer asked him to tell. They walked in silence for a while, and Cuthbert didn't answer, but pondered the words, his lips twitching slightly. After a while, Dormer said he was pleased with Casper's progress, because until two weeks ago, Casper had always taken his dreams for real. At the time, Casper said, he visited the mayor's wife, who had actually been traveling for several weeks. Casper nodded.
It is also very strange why Casper had never dreamed before. When he was initially imprisoned, he never dreamed because he had nothing to imagine. But after that, why didn't he dream? Maybe he had a dream and mistook it for real without knowing the difference?
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