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| Diamanti, Rubini, Smeraldi, Opali sopratutto! Tutte quelle belle pietre con cui son cresciuto! (Quando ero piccolo mia madre lavorava con una gioielleria e mi portava spessissimo con lei)  I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body! And why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way!
(Brother Cavil)
Doctor: The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith! The one true genius; the only one clever enough to do it.
William Shakespeare: But what words? I have none ready!
Doctor: You're William Shakespeare!
William Shakespeare: But these Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!
Doctor: Trust yourself. When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they, like magic. Words, the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm, words that last forever. That's what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise!
William Shakespeare: Close up this din of hateful dire decay, decomposition of your witch's plot! You feed my brains, consider me your toy: My doting Doctor tells me I am not!
Lilith: No! Words of power-!
William Shakespeare: Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show; Between the points-
[Shakespeare turns to The Doctor]
Doctor: 761390!
William Shakespeare: 761390! Vanish like a tinker's cuss! I say to thee...
[Shakespeare turns to The Doctor again]
Doctor: .... Uh....
[The Doctor turns to Martha]
Martha: Expelliarmus!
Everyone: Expelliarmus!
Doctor: Good old J.K.!
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing -the fury of the Time Lord- and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden...He was being kind. He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there, forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. That's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector. We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did. |
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