Lord Byron wanders arrogantly through the vaulted cellar while the mustached alien princess exhausts her arguments to try to convince him to accompany her to her planet and marry her there. Then, one of her mustached subjects bursts in to warn her that the owner of the house has just arrived. The princess waves a fist to Byron (who in turn give her the finger) and she hurries up the stairs that lead to the inn run by Caroline Walsolz, where the group of mustached aliens are staying.
In the inn's hall, Mrs. Walsolz takes off her hat while ranting about the meeting she just attended in Mrs. Schopenhauer's salon: "I never heard so many nonsense together!" At this moment the alien princess enters the hall: "What do you mean, Mrs. Walsolz?". "Ah, Prtzil, one afternoon you should accompany me to Mrs. Schopenhauer's salon. Just so you can see how boring it is. And to think I had to pretend to be the author of the “Book of Acts” of the Apostles to be admit…


New weekly meeting in the “salon" of Johanna Schopenhauer, the hostess or “salonnière”. Goethe, Tieck, Wieland, Adele Schopenhauer, Caroline Walsolz, Dorothea and Friedrich Schlegel and Novalis are the guests on this occasion. Arthur Schopenhauer is also present this once, exhibiting a face like a rainy day, seated in an armchair with the crutches next to him. As is customary at this time of year, all are gathered around the fireplace. Wieland is the first to take the floor: “There is one thing really troubling to me. And not only to me but to Tieck also, and maybe to all of you”. “What is it?” the hostess asks. But they are interrupted by the peevish Arthur Schopenhauer: "It doesn't trouble to me in the least. What's more, I give a hoot". Automatically his mother rebukes him: “Arthur, watch your language! Besides, you don’t even know what the thing that worries Wieland is." “Whatever it is, I care a damn. Everything is pure illusion. Nothing really exist…

Episode 15: "THE ENIGMA"

Sunset, the expected time for the duel, is approaching. Tieck is alone in the snowy meadow where the duel must take place. But he doesn’t stop for an instant: he is practicing the hot-water bottle fighting. Then he sees Wieland climbing the meadow.
-Hey, I thought you would not come. The sun is about to set! You do not want to fight a duel in the dark, I imagine. So hurry up and take out your hot-water bottle before the water cools.
-There is no hot-water bottle.
-My wife caught me taking it surreptitiously and kicked up a stink in the street. She wanted to know what I was going to do with the hot-water bottle.  And since I could not tell her, she imagined who knows what. He accused me of pervert and threatened to ask for a divorce.
-The divorce? For a simple hot-water bottle? I hope you never dare to be unfaithful to her!
-I tried to borrow one, but everyone seems to have affection for their hot-water bottle. In addition, in this cold, people need them to heat their beds for t…


Johanna Schopenhauer is reading the palm of a woman from the petty bourgeoisie of Weimar.
-You don’t have to worry about your husband, Ingrid. He will be fine. As long as you stop supplying small doses of cyanide with his meals. - He likes very spicy foods. -The cyanide is not any spice, Ingrid. It’s a powerful poison. -Don’t tell me! I thought it was like ginger or nutmeg! Then Mrs. Tieck bursts into the room; she is very nervous. The petty bourgeoisie says goodbye to Johanna, who focuses her attention on Mrs. Tieck. -Mrs. Tieck! What happens? You look so nervous… -There's not a moment to lose, Johanna. Tieck and Wieland are going to fight duel this evening! - What makes you think that? -He asked me to heat water! - And that makes you suspect? -It's just that every time he is going to duel, he asks me the same thing. Johanna gets up quickly. -Then, we’d better hurry up. Where will the duel take place? -I don’t know. I was confident that you could find out by reading the palm. -But I would n…


Wieland and Tieck stroll in the morning sun on a snowy meadow outside Weimar chatting amiably.
-It's been published in Italy the last Shelley book. A masterpiece. -Yes, I've already ordered it from my bookseller. -I can lend it to you. He is a sublime poet. He has nothing to envy to Byron. -That’s true. By the way, I have not heard from Byron in a while. Is he still in Weimar or has he returned to England? -It's funny, everyone asks about him. But he wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye… -Why not? We Romantics detest formalities. -I don’t. On the contrary: I think that Romanticism is not at odds with good education. - Are you calling me rude? -My gosh, Wieland, don’t be so sensitive! - Are you calling me fussy? Suddenly, Tieck gets irritated: -I'm calling you asshole! What’s the matter? -What’s the matter?! You’ll see what the matter is… Wieland tries to take off a glove but does not succeed. -These damn gloves! Why are they all so tight? -What happens is that they are too small …


The twilight spreads its cloak over the city of Weimar while Lord Byron follows a woman down its streets. He has been following her for a long time from the outskirts, where she has caught his attention because of her halo of mystery. She is a tall, thin woman in a cloak with a hood that does not allow him to see her face. It’s precisely this circumstance (the fact that the woman hides her face) what excites his curiosity. However, the slender lady possesses such graceful legs that it's hard for Byron to follow in her footsteps.
After a prolonged zigzag through the alleys of the medieval core, the mysterious lady crosses the threshold of a door. Without hesitation, Byron goes after her. Thus, he arrives at a room whose only furniture consisted of a wardrobe with strange carved symbols that reminded Byron of the Egyptian hieroglyphs and also the writing of his grandmother, a writing he has never been able to decipher (circumstance that, at the time of reading her will, cost him the…


The salon of Mrs. Schopenhauer hosted, in the session of the third week of February 1809, the following participants: Adele, the hostess' daughter, Goethe, Friedrich Schlegel and his wife Dorothea, Bettina Brentano, Wieland, Achim bon Arnim and the brilliant composer Ludwig van Beethoven, incarnation of musical Romanticism, who at that time had found a temporary relief to his deafness thanks to an acoustic trumpet. In the hearth of the fireplace a large fire heats the room. Everyone is sitting around this source of heat, which also constitutes the only lighting of the living room. The first part of the soiree is musical in nature. Beethoven accompanies Bettina Brentano on the piano. Bettina intones lieder centered on themes of romantic love. After an hour of uninterrupted concert, Beethoven stop playing the piano and join the other guests after receiving a warm ovation. However, Bettina is so absorbed in the lieder's emotion that she continues as if nothing had happened. At fir…