No time?
You were due to deliver the programme
last week!
I owe the New York Tribune
three articles.
I need money!
- The time is now!
I have a family to feed,
a problem you don't know!
You're unfair.
Forgive me.
What I mean is...
I cannot depend on others
all my life.
Not even on you.
And I can't work from your notes.
A communist catechism?
What is that?
It's what they asked for.
- Why? It's absurd.
It's to help the workers remember it.
It's useless.
It's totally boring!
I didn't say that.
- You did.
Blame it on me.
Just tell the committee
it's all my fault.
Is that how I work?
- I don't know.
But they're losing faith in London.
We have one final delivery date:
February 1st.
That's in five weeks.
And otherwise?
You must return
all documents provided and...
measures will be taken against you.
They can take them.
I'm tired.
Tired?
You?
People are in an uproar.
The price of bread is rising.
The Irish famine has left
half a million dead.
Unemployment is rising.
Metternich in Austria
and Guizot in France will soon fall!
Poland is ready!
We're winning!
Rise up too! Wake up!
I've never stopped.
Not for one second.
I'm nearly thirty.
I have no more money,
no more energy.
I want to write books.
It's a time-consuming task.
I'm sick of flyers,
manifestos, pamphlets...
All right.
You know as I do that...
all this work,
books, articles, talks,
will have been to no avail
if we don't write a simple book
that comprehensively sums it up.
The Poverty of Philosophy.
That was good, but we need
a communist manifesto!
Proudhon will never rally.
Weitling is finished..
You want to stop?
Really?
You'll rest afterwards.
I'll do the same. We'll rest.
We'll be good bourgeois men.
I in Barmen with my mother,
you in Trier with ten kids.
Does that suit you?
I thought you were serious for a second.
Karl, what's this word?
"Bogeyman".
"Bogeyman".
No, hold on.
"A spectre...
haunts Europe. "
"A spectre haunts Europe,
the spectre of Communism.
All the powers of old Europe... "
"All the powers of old Europe... "
Jenny, read it for him.
"A spectre is haunting Europe,
the spectre of Communism.
All the powers of old Europe
have entered into a holy alliance
to exorcize this spectre:
Pope and Tsar,
Metternich and Guizot,
French Radicals
and German police-spies... "
It doesn't make sense.
What doesn't?
- This part.
There's a paragraph missing.
Friedrich,
where's the central paragraph?
Where is it? Quick!
Don't pressure me.
Here.
"It is high time for communists
to publish
their views, aims and tendencies
and counter this tale
of the spectre of Communism
with a party manifesto. "
Let me see.
So...
I would write:
"... to expose to the world at large
their views, goals and tendencies. "
The history of hitherto existing societies
is the history of class struggles.
Society is splitting
into two great hostile camps,
into two great classes
that confront each other,
Bourgeoisie and Proletariat.
The bourgeoisie has resolved
personal worth into an exchange value,
and, in place of indefeasible
chartered freedoms,
has set up that single, unconscionable
freedom - Free Trade and profit.
It has torn away from the family
its sentimental veil,
and has reduced the family relation
to a mere money relation.
It has drowned the heavenly ecstasies
of religious fervour,
of philistine sentimentalism,
in the icy water of selfish calculation.
Commercial crises,
by their periodical return,
put the existence
of bourgeois society in peril.
The need of a constantly expanding market
for its products
chases it over the entire
surface of the globe
A universal commercial bourgeois society
is born,
with universal interdependence of nations.
Modern bourgeois society
is like a sorcerer
who can no longer control
the demons summoned by his spells.
Manifesto of the Communist Party
The weapons with which the bourgeoisie
felled feudalism
are now turned
against the bourgeoisie itself.
The 1848 revolution broke out
one month later.
Class confrontation in Western Europe
overthrew the old regimes.
The international workers' movements
arose from these ruins.
The Communist Manifesto has being
translated and reprinted to this clay.
Exiled in England,
Supported by Jenny and Friedrich,
Marx would keep writing
his key work Capital until his death.
An open, immeasurable work,
unfinished because the very object
of its critique is in perpetual motion.
