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A FlLM BY RAlNER WERNER FASSBlNDER
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In front of the Briests'
manor in Hohen-Cremmen...
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the famiIy seat since the time
of EIector Georg WiIheIm...
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the viIIage street Iay stiII,
bathed in the midday sun.
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On the park side,
a wing buiIt on at right angIes...
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cast a broad shadow
on a white-and-green chequered path...
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and on a Iarge, round fIower bed
with a sundiaI in the middIe...
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and Canna indica and rhubarb
around its edge.
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Effi, you should have become
an equestrian artiste.
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Always on the trapeze, an aerial spirit!
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l do believe you would enjoy it.
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Perhaps, Mama.
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But then who would be to blame?
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Whom do l take after if not you?
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Or do you think Papa?
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You have to laugh yourself.
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Why don't you make a lady out of me, then?
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Would you like that?
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No.
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No.