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0Where am I?
In my room.|I live two floors above you.
What happened?
I came home this evening and|smelled gas coming from your room
so I broke in the door,|called a doctor,
and together we brought you here.
Why didn't you let me die?
What's your hurry?
Are you in pain?
That's all that matters.|The rest is fantasy.
Billions of years it's taken|to evolve human consciousness
and you want to wipe it out.
Wipe out the miracle|of all existence.
More important than anything|in the whole universe!
What can the stars do?
Nothing...|but sit on their axis!
The utter futility of everything.
I see it even in flowers,
hear it in music.
All life aimless,|without meaning.
What do you want a meaning for?
Life is a desire, not a meaning.
Desire is the theme of all life!
It makes a rose want to be a rose,|and want to grow like that.
And a rock want to contain itself|and remain like that.
I'm sorry.
You should be. A young girl like you|wanting to throw your life away.
When you're my age,|you'll want to hang on to it.
Why?
Well, at this stage of the game|life gets to be a habit.
A hopeless one.
Then live without hope.|Live for the moment.
There are still, there are still...
There are still wonderful moments.
But if you've lost your health!
My dear, I was given up for dead|six months ago, but I fought back.
That's what you must do.
I'm tired of fighting.
Because you're fighting yourself.|You won't give yourself a chance.
But the fight for happiness|is beautiful.
Happiness...
- There is such a thing.|- Where?
Listen, as a child I used to complain|to my father about not having toys
is the greatest toy ever created.
Here lies|the secret of all happiness.
To hear you talk, no one would|ever think you were a comedian.
Now what's the matter?
I'll never dance again!|I'm a cripple.
- Pure hysteria! It's in your mind.|- It isn't true.
- Otherwise you'd fight!|- What is there to fight for?
Ah, you see? You admit it.
What is there to fight for?|Everything!
Life itself! Isn't that enough?
To be lived, suffered, enjoyed!|What is there to fight for?
Life is a beautiful,|magnificent thing.
Even to a jellyfish.
What is there to fight for?|You have your art, your dancing!
But I can't dance without legs!
I know a man without arms
who can play a scherzo on a violin|and does it all with his toes.
The trouble is you won't fight.|You've given in.
Continually dwelling|on sickness and death!
But,
there's something|just as inevitable as death
and that's life.|Life, life, life!
Think of the power|that's in the universe!
Moving the earth, growing the trees!
And that's the same power|within you.
If you'd only have courage|and the will to use it.
It's no use. I'm finished.
Through!
Nonsense.
Are you, Calvero, going to allow|one performance to destroy you?
Of course not!|You're too great an artist.
Now's the time to show them|what you're made of. Time to fight!
Remember what you told me,|standing there by that window?
Remember what you said?
About the power of the universe|moving the earth?
Growing the trees,|and that power being within you?
Now is the time to use that power,|and to fight!
Calvero, look! I'm walking!
