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3. I am one of your sons. It is true.
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4. I am.
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5. I am!
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6. Yet, how
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9. I'm sorry, Stephen.
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a sermon to prepare.
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11. Well, we like you to like good music,
Stephen, but it was terribly loud.
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You've ruined it now.
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visionary work in English music
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16. "By Sir Edward Elgar.
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17. "It poses the most important question..
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18. "What is to happen to my soul?
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19. "GERONTIUS - Greek 'Geron', 'Gerontos' -
an old man, has died.
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experience after death.
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soul beyond the grave.
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22. "I think this angel is male,
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23. "yet he sings in a woman's voice
which makes him unearthly.
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24. "He takes the dead man's soul
across the grills of hell,
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25. "Where demons scream and mock them.
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26. "Soon, they approach
the courts of light.
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27. "We hear a distant singing.
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28. "Tumultuous,
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29. "like a mighty ocean.
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30. "Elgar himself was a
pious Roman Catholic,
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31. "but his message is true
for us Protestants, too.
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32. "Perhaps even...
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not blessed with the Christian faith.
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34. "And though it is about the judgement
on one dead man,
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about that other judgement
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36. "that faces us daily,
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37. "in every moment of our lives.
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38. "Over
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40. "We come to the crisis.
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41. "GERONTIUS asks,
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42. "shall he see God?
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43. "The angel cries with joy.
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44. "This soul is strong enough
to look on God
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45. "and stand the terror and the shock."
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46. "And so they come
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47. "before the throne of God.
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48. "A terrible silence.
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49. "And then breaks out
a brief fearful dissonance.
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50. "The moment of the glance of God.
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51. "Surely the most shattering moment
in all of music.
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52. "To hear in your head such sounds.
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53. "To be a man.
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54. "Have Heaven and hell between
your ears and write them down
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55. "in notes.
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56. "And walk those hills,
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57. "and hear the angel and the demon.
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58. "The judgement,
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59. "on those hills.
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60. "And hear the dissonance
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61. "that is the piercing glance of God."
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62. Hello squire.
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63. Is this the day you school kids
play at soldiers, then?
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64. Some of us are learning
to defend our country.
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65. I should get
your anklets straight, then.
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66. England's last hope!
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67. I wish Joel would like me.
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68. He can be so cutting.
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69. I was wondering when he would notice.
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70. Milk lad. Hardly original.
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71. So unaware.
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72. He'll grow through it.
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74. So totally unaware.
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75. And so late.
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76. What do they say here?
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77. 'A late spring never lies.'
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78. (WHISPERING)
What do them letters say?
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79. Those letters.
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80. 'Sophrosyne' - balance of mind.
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81. Trust Franklin, Franklin always knows.
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82. His father's a priest.
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83. Not a priest, a parson.
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84. Don't you know the difference,
Honeybone?
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85. 'Thine everywhere' over the showers.
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86. 'The car and soap flakes. '
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87. Honeybone!
'Let there be light. '
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88. 'A healthy mind in a healthy body. '
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89. Even over the bog, look!
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90. 'Gnothi seauton.'
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91. That means, 'Discover thyself'.
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92. 'Uncover thy ass, ' more like!
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93. Honeybone! That's dirty.
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94. Corporal HONEYBONE.
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95. Your buckles are disgusting!
Corporal HONEYBONE.
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96. Male and female
must both be cleaned.
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97. Catch something else.
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98. Mr Chairman, sir.
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99. Gentlemen.
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is the freest in the world.
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liberty of choice,
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102. free speech, a free press.
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103. We do not have political censorship.
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104. Our police are not armed.
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105. We do not have a secret police.
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106. We know what we are
discussing here tonight.
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107. Not the media in general,
but one programme in particular.
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108. That one that is in
everybody's mind just now.
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109. The so-called TV documentary,
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110. Who was Jesus?
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111. Who was Jesus?
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112. It calls itself, I quote,
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114. We know in our hearts it is
atheistic and subversive trash!
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115. From this at least, the homes of England
have been saved by a timely injunction,
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116. for which we have not the abstraction
of freedom itself to thank,
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117. but those who exercise eternal
vigilance on its behalf.
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118. Look at this man and woman.
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119. See if you do not see them
as I see them.
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120. A mother and a father above all parents.
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121. A mother and a father of England,
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of amorality, stand up alone
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123. to uphold our erring national family
on its Christian path.
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124. Perhaps we should let the eighteenth
birthday pass and not tell him at all.
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125. Never tell him.
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128. Not to tell him
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132. Yes.
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what we thought was right.
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135. Yes.
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136. With all respect
to the lady who asked this,
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138. I hope she doesn't take this cut
on me by withholding my mail.
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139. You talk about strikers holding
the country to ransom.
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140. What are they supposed to do?
Play cricket?
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141. Besides, hold us to ransom,
isn't that what government itself does?
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mean those figureheads
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143. who come pleading to us every five years
to have their licences renewed.
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- I mean the manipulators, the fixers,
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145. the psychopaths who have
real power in the land.
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146. Is it strikers who play Monopoly for
real with our countryside and cities?
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147. Is it strikers who smash the fabric
of our communities for greed?
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in the air million after million,
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151. Look, is it strikers
who pillage our Earth,
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drive for quick gain
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to the children of tomorrow?
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154. Now, now, come off it, Mr Arne.
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155. People were dying
because of this strike.
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156. Pensioners, old soldiers
dying of starvation and cold.
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- Yes.
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it's cold they die of,
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or callousness that kill them,
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161. it's hypothermia they die of then.
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162. Now, you have to get
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pondering matters of defence?
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166. How many million civilians can we afford
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the remainder revolt and depose us?
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168. Mr Chairman, do we have, to
endure this hysterical barrage?
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169. Each must have his say, Sir Nicholas.
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is an expanse of country.
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172. You all know it well, Brummies drive out
of a Sunday to leave their litter there.
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an ancient fen.
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your feet feels solid there.
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187. to shift the population of Birmingham to
in all of four minutes.
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this shell of lovely earth?
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of technocratic death.
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for government from beneath.
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192. Offices, control suites, silent, empty,
waiting for the day.
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195. Ministry pencils,
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sharpened against the minute.
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197. "Oh, " you said, "it must be
something to protect us."
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the country to ransom,
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never let a dictatorship happen.
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he might be another Shakespeare.
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210. But his imagination runs away with him.
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- He is a shocker.
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from his television plays.
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unnatural.
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haven't been blessed with children!
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What?
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like they have.
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He does not make mistakes!
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will you, my brother?
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What's the matter?
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232. Brott!
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for you to see your son!
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only the doctors!
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239. Brott!
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Like the queen in the play, sir.
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looking down at me, sir.
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in my dreams, sir.
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at the demon on the church,
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that for centuries as sacred ground.
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these sick laboratories
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such haunted sites.
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the primal genie of the Earth.
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powerfully the Manichaean challenge.
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but she'll leave a leaf.
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she isn't a child.
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do you think dreams come true?
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a truth about yourself.
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while you're awake.
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about yourself,
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while you're asleep.
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- (MOANING)
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missing Cadet Rifleman Ascoff, sir.
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all present and correct, sir.
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missing Corporal Franklin, sir.
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- (POUNDING)
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I ain't killed him.
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that I meant to bring it back.
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only if you've finished with it.
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we're stuffing with trash.
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450. We're not even citizens,
we are doped serfs
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451. on some mad Great Wall of China project.
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452. Our task master's no Hitler,
Stalin or Mac,
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453. but our own management class.
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454. Their pink, fat faces even begin
to look alike.
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455. My husband's what people call
a paranoid.
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456. Persecution mania?
- That's right.
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457. Trouble is his twisted notions
usually prove true.
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458. There's one hope for man only.
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459. When the great concrete mega-city
chokes the globe from pole to pole,
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460. it shall already have bedded
in some hidden crack
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461. the sacred seed
of its own disintegration and collapse.
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462. Disobedience, chaos.
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463. Out of those alone, can some
new experiment in human living be born.
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464. Here am I subverting you.
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465. Your father would be horrified.
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466. Oh, I don't know.
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467. Dear...
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468. Headmaster,
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469. As you say,
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471. Stephen
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474. in his
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486. finding some
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487. other cause
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489. to invest
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490. his national pride.
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491. Well, I can only assume
it's because you hanker suddenly to join
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492. what I term your generation's underside.
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493. You've never wholeheartedly subscribed,
have you, Franklin,
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494. to the traditions of the school?
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495. Consider the photographs.
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496. It's fashionable now
to mock such men as these.
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497. But their service to England and man
is sterling and true.
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498. When the roll of honour is called
of the sons of England
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499. who should be on it?
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500. You?
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501. Or these?
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502. (AT A DISTANCE) Cold.
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503. Cold.
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504. Cold.
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505. Cold.
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506. Cold.
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507. Cold.
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508. (STAMMERS) Sir Edward?
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509. Come.
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510. Where did I pluck the sublimity of that?
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511. From the angels? From the air?
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512. From a dog.
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513. His owner refused to give him a bone.
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514. By GERONTIUS' transcendental
deathbed cry I...
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515. Music from the whine
of a dog for his bone.
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516. For my seventieth birthday,
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517. he gave me a dinner.
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518. And, afterwards,
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519. at my house, he made music for me.
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520. I'd lived in that empty house
for so long, that they wanted to
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521. give me company, music.
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522. Be kind.
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523. A young girl sang for me.
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524. Oh, so nervous, so nervous.
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525. She had practised her song
all day long for me.
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526. It was a song of mine, you see.
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527. I stood up.
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528. Quaking, I, I...
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529. My hand was... fist was raised.
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530. My brow was
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532. "Stop! Stop! Stop!
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533. "You've ruined my birthday."
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534. She burst into tears
and ran from the house,
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535. never sang a note again.
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536. Because, you see,
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537. that song was written
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538. for my wife.
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539. (WHISPERS) For my wife.
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540. So belonged...
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541. One day, when I was very old,
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542. the surgeons
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543. cut half my rotten stomach out.
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544. No anaesthetic.
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545. Shock was
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547. They anaesthetised the stomach only.
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548. There was a tiny curtain,
so that I couldn't see them
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549. cutting me.
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550. But there was a mirror in the ceiling.
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551. (CHUCKLES) They'd forgotten about that!
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552. I lay down
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553. and watched in the mirror above me
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554. everything the surgeon did.
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555. His knife
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556. butchering.
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557. Embowelling me alive.
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558. My vitals were
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559. my sustaining blood.
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560. Is all that Elgar?
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561. Very interesting.
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562. Oh, have they cracked the enigma yet?
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563. My secret. The...
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564. (STAMMERS) The famous tune
that fits with my enigma theme.
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565. Has anyone identified it yet?
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566. (STAMMERS) Oh, that, sir.
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567. Well, they have tried
combining your theme
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568. with all sorts of tunes.
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569. Auld Lang Syne in the minor,
even God Save the King.
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570. None of the combinations
is really convincing.
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571. The tune that fits
is under all their noses.
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572. But they won't spot it.
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573. Because, you see,
they have no demon for counterpoint.
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574. Shall I tell you what it is?
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575. (WHISPERS) Yes, come here, come.
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576. Oh, that, sir.
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577. That!
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578. Sing it.
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579. Hear how my tune
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580. combines with that.
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581. You're like one of the lunatics
from the asylum where I taught.
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582. In your head, boy.
Do you want all the world to know?
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583. Sing it in your head, nobly.
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584. I'll add my theme.
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585. Then listen, er, in your head,
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586. how that they both combine.
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587. So, tell no one.
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588. Stephen, nobody.
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589. It's a secret between
the hills, yourself and me.
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590. Ti ll the grave, sir.
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591. Ti ll the grave.
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592. Oh, yes.
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593. If, er, on the hills you
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594. ever hear the sound
of an old man's whistling in the air,
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595. don't be afraid.
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596. It'll only be me.
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597. I...
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598. come back to look at the world,
you see.
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599. The lovely world.
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600. Silver river.
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601. Verdant valley.
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602. Beautiful world.
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603. Look, look, beautiful world.
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604. Doesn't matter how good
your marks have been,
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605. you're in trouble with the school,
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606. you'll get a bad reference.
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607. If ever you get called up
into the army, you'll...
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608. end up peeling potatoes.
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609. You'll never get into university.
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610. You'll finish up on a conveyor belt.
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611. Don't you sneer, Stephen.
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612. A man cannot leave
the belt for one moment
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613. without getting a stand-in
to take his place.
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614. The belt moves on,
regardless of the needs of men.
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615. It gets at a man's heart.
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616. The whole rhythm of his life
is chained to the machine.
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617. It's called productivity, Stephen.
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618. I've seen it.
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619. All day long the ambulances here
are never still.
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620. - (ALL CLAPPING)
Happy birthday, mate!
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621. You see,
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Stephen.
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623. You have foreign parents, too.
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624. Even...
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625. Even Elgar had
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626. some Welsh blood.
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627. Bloody garden.
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628. Never get on top of this bloody garden.
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629. Bloody sow-thistle.
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630. Bloody speedwell.
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631. Sod this bloody garden.
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632. And the people before us
who let it run wild.
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633. This sow-thistle.
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634. Bloody speedwell.
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635. I'm sorry what I hear, Mrs Arne.
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636. - Me swearing?
- Oh, no, no.
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637. That you can't have any children.
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638. You live with that.
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639. Can't you adopt some?
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640. Oh, we've been accepted on the lists.
There just aren't the babies.
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641. (STAMMERS)
Can a homosexual have children?
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642. They make very good fathers, I'm told.
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643. I, I want to have children.
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644. Well, you know what to do.
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645. I only hope you and your future wife
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646. will make a better chemical compound
than us two.
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647. Oh, we got one started, it fell out.
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648. My womb rejects.
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649. Chemical.
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650. I'm adopted.
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651. I'd never have guessed that, Stephen.
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652. How does it feel to be adopted?
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653. Sort of mixed.
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654. Glad and sad.
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655. Sad, I don't know where my real...
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656. Where my real parents are.
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657. But gladder than sad.
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658. Like a molecule in a way.
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659. Some of what goes to make me up, I know.
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660. But now there are unknown
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661. elements, possibilities.
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662. And if children are placed with us,
and they grow to feel like that,
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663. that will make us very happy.
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664. But I hope they give you lots
of children. A whole tribe.
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665. Oh, Stephen.
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666. Because you're interesting people,
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667. your children would have
interesting lives.
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668. Come on, Stephen.
Don't stand around all day.
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669. Your arms are one length.
Make yourself useful.
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670. I am sorry, Mrs Kings.
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671. I am sorry.
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672. We pray for your reunion
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673. on another shore.
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674. Rector,
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675. we neither of us lived in hope of that.
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676. We have our days.
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677. Now his is over.
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678. Goodbye, my dear.
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679. Father, when you heard the call of God,
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680. was it a real voice?
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681. Any voice you hear is real.
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682. But outside your head.
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683. Was God's voice to you
outside your head?
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684. No burning bush,
if that's what you mean.
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685. - Joan of Arc heard voices.
- Joan was a witch.
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686. The English only burnt her for one
because she was a patriot of France.
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687. Unofficial patriot and French saint now.
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688. What was she?
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689. There's some evidence that she
might even have not been Christian.
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690. But that she practised the,
what is called,
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691. the old religion.
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692. The primitive religion
of the villages and fields.
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693. She worshipped the devil?
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694. Stephen,
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695. when a church, any church
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696. goes to war against an older god,
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698. the devil.
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699. In her last moment, we are told,
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700. Joan screamed through the flames
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701. to Jesu.
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702. Jesu.
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703. Whom did she see?
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704. The plaster Christ of the cathedrals,
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705. or her old, elemental village god?
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706. The son of Adam, son of man.
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707. The torn, flayed hero,
bleeding on the tree.
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708. The old
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709. man-god.
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710. Unchanging,
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711. ever changing.
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712. Samson, Marduk, Jesus, Balder,
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713. Heracles.
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714. By whom this Earth is haunted since
the first beat of the heart of man.
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715. The bishop wouldn't like to hear
you saying that.
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716. I have displeased other bishops
in my time.
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717. The pagans practised human sacrifice.
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718. Do we not?
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719. In their millions through to the fire
to Moloch, living and dead.
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720. You know the old meaning of 'pagan'
as well as I do.
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721. Belonging to the village.
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722. The village is sneered at as
something petty.
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723. Petty it can be.
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724. Yet, it works.
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725. The scale is human,
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726. people can relate there.
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727. Man may yet, in the nick of time,
revolt and save himself.
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728. Revolt from the monolith,
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729. come back to the village.
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730. Jesus was a revolutionary
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731. in the most elemental sense.
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732. In him alone...
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733. In him alone,
the legislator and the demon fuse.
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734. He has been taken over,
just as Marx was taken over.
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735. Perverted by the Pauls,
Augustines, Constantines,
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736. the institution mongers,
the doctrine men.
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737. We crucify him over and over.
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738. Over and over in that church, I...
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739. crucify him.
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740. Then, why do you stay frocked?
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741. Because...
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742. Because, like all of us in this world,
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743. I am two men.
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744. A self
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745. and a non-self.
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746. Only by being non-selves
can we now survive
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747. in our own mortal shrouds
we weave around us.
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748. And what shall this survival profit us
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749. in this day of the mask,
this day of corporation man?
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750. What shall the self do then, poor thing,
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751. but curl away in
from the poisoning wind and dream?
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752. Dream of some second coming
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753. man himself must bring about
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754. through some last disobedience and new
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755. resurrection.
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756. Yes,
there is need of a book to argue this.
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757. Perhaps, you might give the world
just such a book.
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758. Stephen,
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759. where fathers fail
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760. they look to their sons to achieve.
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761. I'm not your chemical son, Dad.
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762. I wouldn't inherit your understanding.
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763. No knowing,
son, what you might not inherit.
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764. The world would've become
this present bedlam,
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765. church or no.
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766. Yet, I wonder,
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767. romanticism of a sort, I know,
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768. and yet, I wonder.
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769. Just as I wonder whom Joan of Arc
in her last agony saw.
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770. I wonder about another.
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771. A man.
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772. A thousand years even earlier than she.
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773. A king of Midland, England.
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774. This
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775. last of his kind,
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776. last pagan king in England
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777. fighting his last battle
against the new machine.
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778. That battle in which he is to fall.
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779. King Penda.
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780. What mystery of this land
went down with him forever?
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781. What wisdom?
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782. When Penda fell,
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783. what dark old sun of light went out?
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784. Pinvin.
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785. Pin-fin.
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786. King Penda's fen.
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787. Did Penda die here?
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788. Who says that he is dead?
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789. (WHISPERING) Stephen.
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790. Stephen Franklin.
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791. Unbury me.
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792. Free me from this tree.
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793. Many of us proceed
to the ancient universities.
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794. Others into family businesses.
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795. Others into the forces of the Crown.
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796. All onto the first rungs of that ladder,
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797. destining us for positions of influence
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798. and decision-making of the land.
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799. Nor must we forget those, er,
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amongst us.
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801. Whose eyes are turned, it would seem,
upon less concrete things.
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802. So, what more fitting valedictory
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803. er, than to sing together,
one last time,
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804. what has traditionally become
our second school song
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805. and every Englishman's
alternative national hymn.
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806. "And did those feet in ancient time
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807. "walk upon England's mountains green?
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808. "And was the holy lamb of God
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809. "on England's pleasant pastures seen?
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810. "And did the countenance divine
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811. "shine forth upon our clouded hills?"
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812. Are you an English boy?
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813. - Such a light in his eyes.
- True English boy?
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814. It is he.
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815. It is he. He has the light.
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816. We knew the child would come.
He's been promised us for so long.
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817. But that we should find him
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818. is too lovely to be true.
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819. No, if we touch him, he'll vanish.
It's written.
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820. The child is innocent.
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821. He does not know his inheritance.
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822. Nor does he know
the courage he will need
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823. to exercise his right
in this dark world.
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824. Not that they put us
to the fire any moire.
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825. Oh, Stephen.
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826. (WHISPERS) Stephen.
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827. Think of that torment.
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828. To be burned.
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829. Shackled to the mockery of a tree
and burned.
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830. Living.
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831. Burned away.
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832. What torment is that?
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833. Through the flames we see our lord.
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834. He reaches out his hand, to bring us
from the shadow of Th is world.
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835. When we were burned, we cried in joy.
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836. The Crosstians think we scream.
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837. We cried in joy.
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838. When we are burned,
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839. why, we are turned to light.
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840. Look.
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841. Your inheritance.
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842. The kings of the Earth, you can govern.
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843. They walk in their sleep.
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844. Yours is the right to inherit
the power.
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845. To will their will.
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846. Power, Stephen,
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847. to turn the rock of the world
to wealth.
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848. Power,
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849. to fall and not to die.
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850. Like Joan the Maid.
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851. To fall
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852. and not to die.
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853. You have to come with us.
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854. You are our child of light.
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855. You have to be born in us.
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856. Then you become pure light.
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857. No. No!
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858. Oh!
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859. - (CRIES)
- I am nothing pure.
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860. Nothing pure!
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861. My race is mixed.
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862. My sex is mixed. I am woman and man.
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863. Light with darkness.
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864. Mixed!
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865. Mixed.
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866. I am nothing special.
Nothing, nothing pure.
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867. I am mud and flame!
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868. If we can't have him, darkness must not.
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869. Penda!
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870. There you have seen
your true dark enemies of England.
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871. Sick father and mother,
who would have us children forever.
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872. Kind Penda?
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873. Stephen,
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874. our land must live.
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875. This land we love must live.
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876. Her deep, dark flame must never die.
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877. Night is falling.
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878. Your land and mine goes down
into a darkness now.
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879. And I, and all the other
guardians of her flame
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880. are driven from our home,
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881. up out into the wolf's jaw.
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882. But the flame still flickers in the fen.
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883. You are marked down to cherish that.
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884. Cherish the flame
till we can safely wake again.
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885. The flame is in your hands,
we trust it you.
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886. Our sacred demon of ungovernableness.
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887. Cherish the flame,
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888. we shall rest easy.
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889. Stephen, be secret.
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890. Child, be strange.
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891. Dark, true, impure and dissonant.
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892. Cherish our flame.
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893. Our dawn
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894. shall come.
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