Guilford: I thought, you see I wondered: Now that we're together, how on earth are we going to spend the days?
Dr. Feckinham: It is a privilege to talk to anyone whose love of learning shines like yours. Jane: It is my only pleasure, Dr. Feckinham.
Guilford: So then we will. Jane: Yes, we will. Guilford: We'll fly. Jane: We'll fly. Guilford: Away, beyond their reach. Jane: So far. Guilford: Their touch can't tarnish us, and at last, we will be. Jane: Nothing. Guilford: Nobody. Jane: Each other's. Guilford: Only this time, forever.
Doctor Feckenham: The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible. At there arriving, she is assured of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.
Dr. Feckinham: Plato, in Greek! Not easy. Jane: Don't you think so?
Guilford: On the night I was informed I was to be transformed into-untold bliss-I had attended several taverns, witnessed a bear-baiting and was actually located in the Suffolk stews, sampling the pleasures of a lady of the night.
Guilford: Tell me, did you see his chest? Jane: Yes, it was marked. Guilford: No, it wasn't. It was branded. A mark burnt into him with a red-hot iron.
Guilford: The brain is a brittle organ, Jane. The slightest pressure and it snaps. It's not wrapped up in a little heart.
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