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HEFTE: I am praying for a hero to be born among us.
Miraculous births not excluded. To filter the minutest detail, the
contours of the very archetype within us, apocalypse is our only hope.
HARRY: I see.
HARRY: I hope that Goethe didn't really look like this.
This conceited air of nobility, the great man ogling the distinguished
company. His venerable pomposity is bad enough, but to portray him like
this --
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