Dream: Facets, Matthew. Each facet catches the light in its own way. It glints and sparkles and flashes uniquely. It would almost be possible to believe that the facet was the jewel; not just a tiny part of it. But, then, as we move the jewel another facet catches the light…
Matthew: So? What’s your point?
Dream: My point? I have no point, Matthew, save for the jewel, and the facets, and the light. We see an aspect of the whole. But the facet is not the jewel…
We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
“You’re not telling that old story again?”
“Even the oldest stories are new to somebody…”
“If you had stayed with us, we could have given you life until death.”
“Don’t I get that anyway?”
“That’s what we liked about you. You were so funny.”
Corinthian: And I am the Corinthian. With me by your side you will be safe from all other harm, bird.
Matthew: Is that meant to be reassuring?
(Next frame: the Corinthian grins, with all 3 sets of teeth.)
Can I have more water, please? My hair drank most of it.
If you go looking for the Ladies…well, I don’t know that that’s such a good idea. You might find them.
And finally after a night that lasts forever I watch the purple darkness fade into twilight and the eastern sky swim with blood and salmon.
It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absent-mindedly transformed into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny multicolored fish. Each fish sang a different song.
Matthew: Listen, Merv, you seen anything of the boss recently?
Mervyn: Just the usual. “Mervyn, build an ocean over here, knock down that city under the willow tree over there. And incidentally, Mervyn, this time remember that ice is customarily cold.”