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Oh, thank you.

I can't tell you

What a relief it is

To see you're

The same size as I am.

I'm glad it gives you

So much pleasure, sir.

Forgive my ignorance,

But where are we?

We are on

The flying island of laputa.

I was flying,

Traveling through the air

Several hundred feet

Above the ground.

And how big was

This flying island?

It was huge,

At least a half a mile across

But floating gently

Through the air as though

It were no heavier than a cloud.

And people lived on it?

Several hundred of the

Greatest minds in the universe,

Living conditions

Were quite cramped.

It was like a warship.

Everyone lived in tiny cabins

And only came out

From time to time

To the observation decks.

Excuse me.

[clears throat]

Nobel sirs.

These masters are engaged

In contemplation

Of the universe.

Do you wish to enter

Into discourse with them?

- well, yes, if you'd--

Permit me, sir.

What is your opinion

On the sun's health?

Well, it seemed all right

Last time I looked.

What about the spots?

Spots?

New volcanoes on

The surface are

Sending out enormous

Clouds of smoke.

As the volcanoes become

More violent

So the spots decay and--

Yes, yes, forgive

My ignorance,

But where exactly are we?

See, if we're flying towards

The sun then we must be

Traveling west at the moment.

You think so?

Ah, what a fascinating theory.

- no, I was--

An interesting man.

You have obviously given them

A lot to think about, sir.

May I show you your cabin

So that you can take rest

Before the end

Of the world ball tonight.

- yes, perhaps I had--

End of the world?

Did you say

End of the world ball?

Tom, breakfast!

Tom! Breakfast!

You're not going

To leave the table

Until you've eaten something.

Do you see the harm

He's done?

Tom! Tom!

I'll see to him.

I will not accept

This behavior towards dr. Bates

And I will not have you

Being disobedient.

Please come out right now

And eat your breakfast!

I won't tell you again!

Look, I know

Why you're doing this

But it's not going

To achieve anything.

None of the things

Your father told you are true.

He just made them up

To entertain you.

He's very ill.

That's why he can't come home.

I can't change that

Much as I want to.

Your silence will not help him.

What did they eat?

Perhaps they grew mushrooms

In the clouds.

[laughter]

Don't revel in

Your ignorance, please.

The intellectuals of laputa

Were far too busy

Having great thoughts

To be burdened

With the chores of farming.

They would travel

The lands collecting

Brain taxes from

Their subjects below.

The island would descend over

A village or estate

And buckets would be lowered

To be filled with food

And drink and whatever else

They wanted.

This is where you

Will sleep, sir.

But there appears

To be no bed or table

Or anything that--

Now we must have

You measured for your costume.

Costume?

For the ball.

Brilliant intellectuals

Employed techniques unknown

To our tailors in the old world.

Painstakingly, they measured

The circumference of my ears,

The distance between my toes,

The length of my eyelashes

And even my shadow.

Hard to understand

Then the result.

Hello, I hope you're

Settling in all right.

I saw you in the ocean

And ordered you winched up.

Oh, thank you.

I'm prince munodi.

Forgive me, your highness.

Oh, no, no, no,

Don't bother with all that.

Nobody else does.

Everyone knows

I'm the most stupid

And ignorant person in laputa.

Oh, I'm sure

That can't be true.

I'm sure it can.

The only reason I'm tolerated

Is that I'm the raja's son.

I don't suppose

It'd be possible

To have an audience

With your father.

You see I'm trying

To find out how to get home.

Well, he's deep in thought up

In the observatory

At the moment.

But I'm sure he'll see you

In the afternoon.

I'm performing tonight

So I must dash.

You wouldn't want

To see him in this condition.

And if you try to visit him

Again I know it will just

Agitate him further.

You say the same thing

Each day.

Because he gets

Worse each day,

More disturbed and violent.

I know what you're thinking.

You believe

That I'm deliberately

Trying to keep you away

From him.

- I don't--

Yes, you do, mary.

I only did what I thought

Was best for lemuel

And yet as soon

As I had taken him away

I suddenly felt guilty.

Had I acted in haste

For selfish reasons?

Perhaps I'm a coward,

Perhaps I should

Have sailed the world and

Then you would have chosen me.

When I see him now,

How broken he is,

I wonder perhaps

If I am not the wiser man

For all my cowardice?

If I cannot see him,

I will write to him.

Will you take him my letters?

Of course, mary, of course.

Answer me one thing,

Do you really believe

That he'll recover?

Yes, yes, of course.

Don't you?

I only wish I could say yes.

The raja will see you now.

What, why?

Ow, thank you.

I can manage on my own.

Thank you, that will

Not be necessary.

Majesty, I am a traveler

From--

Excuse me, majesty.

[smacking]

I'm trying to get back

To england, majesty.

England?

You know of it?

Do you like it?

England, majesty,

It's my home.

No, the music.

The music of the spheres.

I confess, I strain

To hear anything.

Then we must adapt your ears

So that they can hear

More clearly.

I'm undeserving

Of such honor.

Yes, I suspect you are.

Please forgive yet another

Interruption, majesty,

But I really am desperate

To get home.

I was wondering perhaps

Someone else might now

How to get to england.

It is a small island but of

Unrivaled world importance.

You could try the academy.

They know everything.

Everything that's

Worth knowing.

And much more besides.

And how will I find

This academy?

You will find it

Smashed into smithereens.

You will find it

In 100,000 pieces

For I have compared

The figures of the moon

And the zodiac enabling me

To announce with

Complete confidence

That a blazing comet

Will collide with the sun

At three minutes past

Three in the morning.

Good heavens.

That phenomenon coincides

Exactly with your arrival.

What is your name?

Gulliver, majesty.

We shall name

This unspeakable catastrophe

Gulliver's orb.

Too kind.

I know I have failed you.

I should never have agreed

To send you away

But please believe

How hard it was for me.

I only want you

To be well again.

My deepest wish is

That you will soon come back

And live with us.

To have you and then lose you

Again is almost unbearable.

If you refuse to see me then

At least write just a few words.

I will always love you.

How does one prepare

For the end of the world?

The raja had commissioned

A special symphony to celebrate

Though I must confess

I found the music a little

Too intellectual for my taste.

Thought you were

Playing in the concert?

I was asked to leave.

My instrument kept

Playing in tune.

Intellect isn't everything,

Surely, your majesty.

It is here.

Well, at least the world

Is ending tomorrow.

The world about to end.

That night I wouldn't sleep.

I lay tossing and turning,

Waiting for oblivion

Trying to make my peace.

Finally, I fell asleep.

I woke the next morning,

I jumped up and rushed

To my cabin window.

Clouds still scudded,

Sun still shone,

Birds still flapped,

The world had not ended.

[cheers]

I wish I could share

Your excitement,

Rather hoped it would.

The island was

Controlled by a giant magnet.

By ingenious movements it

Could be made to rise or fall.

The only disadvantage to this

As far as I could see

Was that whenever the lodestone

Was moved all the compasses

On the island moved as well,

So the laputans

Had absolutely no idea

Where they were going.

Where are we flying to now?

Well, the next collecting

Point is empress munodi's,

My mother's estate but when

We get there it's quite

Another matter.

You look apprehensive,

Your highness.

I just know

There'll be trouble.

Mother and father

Disagree about everything.

She's a very down

To earth woman.

Father's always had his head

In the clouds so to speak.

They've lived apart

For quite a while.

I had a very unhappy childhood.

[bell clanging]

Excuse me, oh, your highness,

What's happening now?

Oh, I was afraid of this.

My mother's refusing

To send up any brain taxes.

Come on!

Father.

If it's war she wants,

It's war she'll get.

I'm applying my massive

Intellect to the matter.

I don't think mother

Wants war.

She simply doesn't think

It's right we should

Take all the food.

Not that I know anything.

We shall position ourselves

Over her land and deprive them

Of rain until the crops

Wither and die.

I'm a genius.

Isn't there a river running

Through the royal estate,

Father?

I knew that.

The raja

And his intellectuals

Debated the right course

Of action while the island

Bore down on the munodi estate.

I wonder what

My idiot husband will do now?

I have it!

We must bomb them.

Bomb mother?

Bomb your wife?

Bombs away!

[screams]

Bombs? Very well.

Two can play at that game.

She'd ordered the

Construction of

A massive magnet,

Tall as a house and mounted

On a wooden truck

Drawn by 12 carthorses.

This was cranked upwards

Until it was aimed directly

At the island.

Then the horses started

To drag the magnet away until.

[rumbling]

Oh, father!

We're descending

Much too quickly

And at a very strange angle,

Not that I know anything.

Do you want to wear

The dunce's cap again?

Shouldn't we just

Leave before there is

Any more trouble?

Right.

Go to your cabin and read

Your navigation books.

I think we should have lunch.

Lunch?

Or perhaps a plate of

Something to nibble.

Your majesty, the whole

Island is falling apart.

You have to do something!

I see no reason

To rush into action.

Your highness,

What should we do?

I'm the last person

To solve a crisis.

No, you're not.

Now what should we do?

If I wasn't so stupid

I'd suggest

Reversing the loadstone.

Brilliant, you're a genius.

Am I?

Reverse the loadstone!

Reverse the loadstone!

[grunts]

The island shuddered

To a horrible halt

For an instant and

The two opposing magnets

Sent it hurtling back up.

[yells]

[gasps]

We're rising again.

That totally vindicates

My decision not to act in haste.

By waiting,

The problem has solved itself.

Interesting.

How are you feeling today?

I'm sorry I missed your lecture.

I hear it was quite spectacular.

How is mary?

When is she coming to visit me?

Give her time, lemuel.

This has been

Very disturbing for her.

Will she not even

Write to me?

I'm afraid not.

In truth I think she's

Frightened of you,

Of what you've become.

I need to see her.

I know she'll understand if

I can only see her and explain.

I think I can change her mind

But you must play your part

As well and accept

That you're not yet well enough

To receive visitors,

Not today nor the day after

Nor the day after that.

Your recovery will take

Some considerable time.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Your bag was

Delivered this morning

With a note on it from my son.

Oh, thank you.

How is he?

Well, I have to report

That your son has failed

All his examinations

And is considered to be

A complete idiot.

Good.

There's hope for him yet.

Are you a man of

Great intelligence?

I fear not.

Excellent!

Compared to the brain of

Your husband, the raja,

My intelligence is negligible.

He's an imbecile.

But an imbecile of

Breathtaking intellect.

What use is

A flower to intellect?

If my husband had his way

There'd be no flowers.

We'd tear them all up

To measure their mass,

Circumference and volume.

Why don't you stay

For the summer?

Since I married,

I've missed the pleasure

Of unintelligent male company.

[laughs]

If only I could.

But I really must try to find

The place they call the academy

Where I can get

Directions home.

The academy?

You know of it?

Oh, I wish the place

Had never been built.

My husband collected

The most brilliant minds

From all over the world

And then he installed

Them at the academy.

Where is the harm in that?

They have brought ruin

Upon this whole country,

Everything outside

My own estate is devastated.

Why?

Because the academy

Has decided that the perfect

New world cannot be constructed

Until the old one has been

Totally exterminated.

I set off for the academy.

There was no grand entrance,

Just a horrible gray slit

Of a doorway cut into stone.

I entered that part where

The professors of

Speculative learning resided.

The first place I came across

Was the school of language.

Oh, come in.

Come in!

Sit down, sit down.

Now, speaking is, of course,

A corrosion of the lungs

And to be avoided,

So I have devised a method

Whereby everyone

Will carry around

All the objects he needs

In order to converse

And just point at them.

And what could be simpler?

These two farmers are making

A transaction to buy

And sell a lamb.

No, it's a conversation

About the weather.

About whether this farmer

Can walk his sheep over

This other farmers land

If I I'm not mistaken.

I believe this farmer

Is furious.

Oh, no, he's delighted.

He's proposing marriage I think.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm trying to find someone

Who can tell me how

To get to england.

You see, I have to get home.

If you have a question,

Go to the room of answers.

I passed through

The school of politics

Where three out of four people

Were informers,

Accusers or prosecutors.

Look at this,

A seemingly innocent note

From a boy to his grandfather.

My brother, tom, has just got

The piles, what does that mean?

Rearrange the letters:

Resist, a plot is brought home,

The tour.

They were mad, all mad.

So obsessed with their

Own worlds that

They had forgotten reality.

[clears throat]

Excuse me, is this

The room of answers?

Oh, you've arrived at last.

Here, put some of these

In there.

- I--

I need to find--

See, I need--

Excuse me, what is it

You're doing?

What does it look like?

I'm extracting sunlight

From cucumbers.

Just another eight years and

I'll have the problem solved.

Stay and help?

Oh, please, stay and help.

It would make it

So much more exciting.

I saw people trying

To build houses

From the roof downwards

Like spiders.

I saw one room big as

A cathedral where hogs

Were being trained

To plow fields by digging up

Buried acorns.

Hundreds of professors

Tackling every problem

Known to man but no ideas

Were finished

And in the meantime

The whole country

Lay in ruins.

Is this the room of answers?

Please, I have to know

The way home.

You know the way home

But you'll never find it

Because deep in your heart

You don't want to.

No!

That's not true.

Subdue him!

[scuffling]

It's all right.

I'm sure he didn't

Realize what he was doing.

No! No! No!

Down you go.

[grunts]

I now found myself

In the most desolate place

To which my travels

Had so far brought me.

You're insane.

Yes, I know.

I mean, you're insane

To be outside the walls

Of the academy unarmed

And on foot.

If the struldbruggs

Had found you before me

You'd be dead by now.

Who are the struldbruggs?

They live in the caves

Beneath the volcano.

They're all around us,

Under our feet.

They torture

And they kill for their sport.

You'd do better to cut

Your own throat than

Let them take you alive.

Thank you,

I will remember that.

I'm the lord of glubbdubdrib.

My name is lemuel gulliver

And I'm trying

To find my way home to england.

Though I don't suppose

You've even heard of it.

[laughs]

Of course, I have.

I have just ridden back

From the port of maldonado

On the other side

Of the volcano.

There's a dutch vessel

There bound for portsmouth.

It sails in a few days.

Portsmouth, home.

I shall take you there.

Thank you.

But tonight

You must be my guest.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

You're so lucky that I saw

You before the struldbruggs.

I brought you some candles.

Despite your behavior

I do not approve

Of this treatment of you

But the other doctors

Have superiority over me

And they have determined

That you spend a week away

From human society.

A week?

No, I can't stay a week in here.

Believe me, I'm doing

Everything I can to get you out.

You have to help me

To get better.

Of course and you have

To trust me.

Now, take this.

It will help calm you

And let you sleep.

Just have some

Whenever you want.

Will you bring me paper

And some ink?

I'm gonna write down everything

That's happened to me.

Why, what a splendid idea.

Alas, part of the punishment

Is to be forbidden these things.

I'll bring you some chalk

So you can mark off the days.

Now please take the medicine.

Your health.

Do you live alone?

Quite alone.

I'm a historian, you see.

I need the utmost

Peace to study.

An historian.

I've always believed the study

Of history to be the key

To all wisdom.

I would love to browse

Through your library.

Library?

I have no interest in books.

I study history purely

From the source.

How is such a thing possible?

My dear friend,

You look very tired.

Quite exhausted in fact.

Do have another

Glass of wine.

Forgive my rudeness

But I'm suddenly very tired.

I wonder if I might

Retire for the night?

Of course,

Take your wine with you.

It might help you sleep.

I think there's going

To be a storm.

[thunder]

[chalk scratching]

Did you sleep

Through the storm, sir?

Must have done.

Where's your master?

He is resting, sir.

He studies at night.

He will join you for dinner.

Thank you.

You mentioned taking me

To the port today.

Did I?

Oh, yes.

Sadly it's not possible.

In the storm last night

A fence was broken

And my horses escaped

But my servants are

Out looking for them.

They won't have gone far.

We'll ride to the port tomorrow.

Don't worry.

I was writing again

To your father

And I thought you might like

To add a few words.

Perhaps you will touch

His heart where I can't.

Tell him about

Your silent protest.

I'm sure he'll recognize

His own stubbornness in yours.

You can even say how

Unfair I'm being if you like.

Write what you want.

I want him to come home.

I wonder, sir,

Don't think me ungrateful

For your hospitality

But I--

When do you think

We might go to the port?

My servants are out

Looking for the horses.

Don't worry,

We'll ride there tomorrow.

Tell me, when do you think

We might go to the port?

My servants are out

Looking for the horses.

Don't worry, we'll ride

There tomorrow.

Did I ask this yesterday?

You only arrived yesterday.

It always seems

To be dinner time

And I always seem

To be sitting down

And then asking when

Do you think we might

Go to the port?

My servants are out

Looking for the horses.

Don't worry.

We'll ride there tomorrow.

The wine was drugged.

That's why I could

Remember nothing.

I drank none of it that night

And waited to see what happened.

[footsteps approach]

Are you sleeping now? Good.

Arise and come with me.

I stand at the gates

Of life and death.

Come forward.

Come forward, spirits!

Here is life,

Alexander the great,

Great warrior,

Leader of men,

Smell blood, smell life,

I summon you!

[distant battle]

Who called me and why?

I'm in the middle

Of fighting darius!

Who summoned me?

I summoned you, great leader.

I wish to confirm in all

Humility some small details

Of your long

And illustrious history.

Our scholars, for example,

Record that you met

A terrible death by poisoning.

No, I did of a fever brought

On by excessive drinking.

Where do you keep the wine?

Wait! Wine?

Alexander the great,

I listened spellbound

As he boasted

About his military genius

And his strength and cunning

Until he got so drunk

He fell over.

Over the next few nights

I bore witness

To the resurrection

Of the greatest heroes

Of history

But I must confess I was

Astounded to see

How many villains

Had been raised

To the highest places

Of trust, power, dignity

And profit and how many

Revolutions in the world

Were due to

The most contemptible accidents.

Observing the ease

With which these great men

Of history were summoned,

I began to see a way which

I might gain my liberty.

Come forward, spirits,

Come forward.

Here's life, life.

Michelangelo,

Mark anthony, leonardo,

I summon you!

Eureka!

I did it! I solved it!

I solved it! I solved it!

How did all of

These people get here?

I have no idea, sir.

This is outrageous.

Do you know how difficult it is

To make them go back?

Socrates, if souls exist

After death is no reason

To suppose they

Can't exist before birth.

Even mark anthony,

I command you to return!

Cleopatra, you must go back,

I beg you.

[screams]

Who's that?

One of the caesars I think.

I'm only trying to alleviate

The boredom

Of my confinement.

I declare this territory

To be under the direct

Rule of myself

And my macedonian troops.

I sent you back last night.

Stay dead this time.

Advance.

Is there no end?

What now?

[yelling]

I hardly dare say, sir,

Having seen your rage.

Whom have you summoned, who?

[elephant trumpeting]

I was curious to question

Commander hannibal

On his adventures

In the alpine mountains.

[elephant trumpeting]

All right.

Get out of here.

Leave me alone!

Door's locked.

I ran from that place.

I ran until my lungs were

Bursting and I thought

I would drop dead of exhaustion.

How long had I been delayed?

I had no way of telling.

Would I be able to reach

The port before

The dutch boat sailed?

Did the port even exist

Or was it another fantasy?

Yes?

Sorry for my bad behavior.

Mother says to give

This letter to my father.

[door closes]

Good news!

I've persuaded the doctors

To return you to your cell

With the understanding

That I take a more active role

In your treatment from now on.

I've reconstructed

My entire journal.

Well, that's wonderful.

It explains everything

That has happened to me

And why I feel the way I do.

I see you've finished

Your medicine.

We'll have to get you some more,

Perhaps a little stronger

This time.

You must show this

To the other doctors.

Of course.

Clean all this nonsense

Off the walls immediately.

Yes, sir.

[clatter]

Tom, what are you doing?

He's hiding them.

He's hiding them.

Hiding what?

Your letters.

You dare to trespass

On our land?

Enjoy the view, it's the last

Time you'll ever see daylight.

You're a guest of

The immortal struldbruggs now.

Oh, no, no, please, please,

I have to get to the port.

It's my last chance to get home!

Please!

Wait, wait!

There's been some mistake.

I was just trying

To catch a boat

Home to england.

I was not trespassing,

Please, let me leave!

Crawl forward,

You who seek immortality.

No, no, I don't seek it!

Grovel before

The immortal gatekeeper.

What gift have

You brought me?

I can't quite see.

I'm afraid that

I haven't brought one.

Nothing?

You've come before me

With no gift at all?

It will take me years to devise

The manner of your awful death.

Take him away.

No, no, wait, wait!

I do have something

You might like.

A giant wasp sting.

A wasp sting?

A giant wasp sting!

In a 1,000 years

I've never seen such a thing!

Mary, I didn't expect

To see you here.

You should have

Warned me of your visit.

This is not a suitable time.

How is he today?

Well, much the same.

You gave him my last letter?

Of course, I stood

With him as he read it.

Your letters mean

A great deal to him.

I know he reads them many times.

Now, mary, I understand

How hard it is for you

To stay at home and wait,

But if he is really

To fully recover,

We must trust the doctors.

You're a liar.

I did what

I thought was best.

I understand your anger.

You do not.

Your letters would have

Upset him further.

He's confused.

I'm taking him home.

Would that it were so simple.

But once admitted he cannot

Leave without a formal hearing.

Then I insist such

A hearing takes place.

Of course, I've no desire

To keep a sane man confined.

I'll speak

To the senior doctors.

We'll do it tomorrow morning.

Come and see.

[laughs]

I don't anticipate any

Problems settling the matter.

Man's greatest desire

To cheat death,

What must it be like

To be immortal,

Never dying, never.

Can you imagine it?

Why, ordinary people

Must seem like flowers

Blooming and dying

In a few days.

Immortality.

Welcome to

The immortal world.

This is the source of

The life everlasting.

Drink from this water

And you will

Never fear death.

Never.

But I have to get home.

There's a ship in the harbor.

I only have minutes

Before it sails.

Minutes?

What are minutes?

You have no need for

Such petty considerations here.

I was offered immortality,

Man's dream.

With the fear of death removed.

I could learn

The truths of existence.

I could get riches and wisdom.

I could read

Every book ever written,

Study the movements of

The planets and the stars.

I could watch the rise

And fall of republics

And kings and from

The great depths of my knowledge

Offer advice to all.

I could do anything.

It's true!

I, too, have been there

And seen what you describe.

The struldbruggs!

You have!

Then I'm not mad?

No!

And as I drank

I saw the king riding

On a walrus high up

In the sky.

[babbling]

What is that?

What have you been taking?

I don't know.

It's medicine.

You're a doctor,

What are you doing

Taking something

When you don't know what it is?

I know what it is

Laudanum.

Drink, taste immortality.

Why is your hand

Shaking so badly?

[coughs]

What's wrong with her?

Nothing.

What's wrong with everyone?

Drink the water.

You will defy nature.

You'll outlive

The stars themselves.

You'll be like a god.

You can't see me, can you?

I'm alive.

The water keeps us alive.

You're blind,

You're all blind.

No, some of us can still

Make out shape and movement.

We'll never die.

That's what matters,

We'll never die.

[chanting]

Never die,

Never die, never die.

That's all that matters,

Cheating death.

No, no!

[wailing]

I ran like the wind.

Below me lay the sea

And the port

Was surely not far beyond.

When I reached the jetty,

I leapt, leapt, leapt.

[splashes]

I made it.

I was going home.

Home, finally, england.

Surely now after all

The misfortunes I'd suffered

Nothing could go wrong.

That night...

That night,

I couldn't eat anything.

Mary, I need some

Of my medicine.

No, no, you don't.

I feel terribly sick.

My mouth is all red and swollen

And my arms,

I can't lift my arms.

Everyone's complaining

Of the same condition.

I don't know if I brought

The fever onboard

But within a week

It had spread throughout

The entire ship.

I got sicker and sicker

But I refused to die.

I refused to die, not after

Everything I've come through!

Too warm and then too cold

In the same instant.

Of the officers,

Only two others survived,

Bodies were just rolled

Overboard by people too weak

To perform a decent ceremony.

Everyone stopped working.

The ship just drifted,

Sails down and idle.

Mary, I must have

Some of my medicine.

You're doing so well.

In all we lost

Over 3/4 of our men.

We were forced to find

A port and take on

A fresh crew, some real rogues.

As soon as we were at sea,

They took over the ship

And imprisoned me

And the other two officers

Below decks.

It's only a matter of time

Before they killed us.

That night I escaped

And jumped overboard

And began to swim.

I swam for as long

As my strength allowed

Until finally at

The point of exhaustion I was

Cast up on a deserted shore.

How do you feel this morning?

I'm still here,

If that's what you mean.

Lemuel, you must

Be honest with me.

You're different now.

If you no longer care for me

You must simply tell me

And I will try to understand.

That's a start.

I must get you ready

For doctors.

[grunts]

Don't be afraid.

Just speak the truth.

Admit to the fantasies

You've been having

But say that they're over now

And they'll let you come home.

Are you listening to me?

[grunts]

[yells]

What we do here

At bedlam is humane

And yet disciplined.

And-- ah!

[grunts]

Please, come in!

Yahoos!

[grunting]

Ladies and gentlemen,

We've brought before you

Here today one of our

Most exceptional patients.

Why are all

These people here?

Why shouldn't they be?

Their governors of the hospital,

Students in medicine.

What?

You said nothing about it

Being in public.

Mary, I cannot reorganize

The entire workings

Of the hospital

For your convenience.

I want to go back to my cell.

This place is full of yahoos!

[grunting]

[screeching]

[grunts]

What is your name?

What?

State your full name.

Lemuel gulliver.

Now, stand up please

And then perhaps dr. Bates

Will inform us

A little about your condition.

May I say something first?

[whispers]

Yes.

My husband shouldn't be here.

He's an intelligent and

Professional man, a doctor

And a ship's surgeon.

Eight years ago his ship

Was wrecked and he was

The only survivor washed up

On a strange continent,

Near starving, forced

Sometimes to drink seawater.

He suffered delusions.

Without human companionship

He invented people to talk to,

Most of us might do

The same faced with the terror

Of being totally alone.

He's been very sick but he is

A sane man, good man and he

Belongs at home with his family.

[murmurs]

[horse whinnies]

Look, please, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

If you're a magician

As I think you are

And you've changed yourself

Into a horse for some reason

I want you to know that

I'm just a poor englishman.

I'm lost and alone and I would

Like to ride on your back

To the nearest village or town.

[horse snuffles]

No, wait!

[pants]

Please, wait!

[horses whinny]

You see before you one

Of the most unusual cases

That it has been

My sad privilege

To examine here.

I have, of course,

My own observations

About this unique case

But I would prefer

That the patient explain

A little first in his own words.

I'm sure you will find

What he has to say instructive.

Come, come, this hearing

Is at your request.

Everyone is waiting.

What is it to be today?

More giants or flying islands?

[scattered laughter]

I don't want to say anything.

Really?

Surely, you must have had some

More fascinating conversations

With plato or aristotle.

Please, don't disappoint us.

Nothing to say?

Very well, escort him back

To his cell.

[scattered muttering]

- I--

I don't eat hay.

I beg your pardon.

I don't eat hay.

[horse snorts]

No, thank you.

Do you have any milk?

You know, from cows?

Moo!

Moo!

Is this where

I have to sleep?

Well, at least it isn't

With those horrible savages.

[grunting]

I can't sleep here!

You saw how

They tried to attack me

And the smell is unbearable.

What if they tried to set on

Me in the middle of the night,

Those, those...

Yahoos!

Yahoos.

Yahoo.

Yahoos?

Man, man.

I'm a--

Man.

Yes, yes, man.

You can talk, what sort of

Being are you?

Are you a horse?

Houyhnhnm.

Who...Houyhnhnm.

Houyhnhnm.

Houyhnhnm.

[laughter]

That's quite enough

Of that, thank you.

Horses that talked,

Horses that built houses,

Then milked cows,

That kept pets.

[whinnies]

[laughter]

Silence!

This is a medical examination,

Not a theatrical performance.

I know that any man

Would laugh at such a story

But listen to me

Before you pass judgment.

In the name of reason

Which is surely the purpose

Of this assembly,

I ask for your attention.

In the name of reason,

Then, tell us these horses

Didn't talk.

They talked.

Over the next few weeks

I struggled to learn

And understand the language

Of the houyhnhnms.

I was a poor student

But mistress,

The mare who first found me

Learned to understand my speech

Far more quickly than I hers.

They are the most extraordinary

Creatures that I or any man

Has ever met.

They have no vices,

Conflicts or disagreements.

Everything is resolved by

The exercise of reason,

Simple reason.

The name houyhnhnm itself

Means perfection of nature.

You're not here

To lecture us,

You know, but to be examined.

Sit down if you please.

They have a custom,

Strange at first,

That when two of them meet

There should be a short silence

Before either of them speaks.

I found this made me

Consider what I had to say

Much more carefully.

I tried to offer mistress some

Explanation of our society,

How I was a doctor trained

In the healing of the sick.

But she found it hard

To understand the concept

Of disease, something

Totally absent

From the houyhnhnms society.

I can't even begin to describe

To you all the sicknesses

Possible in the human body.

We feed upon 1,000 things

Which work against each other.

We eat when we're not hungry.

We drink strong liquor without

The provocation of thirst.

Often when I spoke to her thus

Mistress seemed uneasy finding

It hard to believe my words.

When I tried to explain

What I meant by lying,

She was shocked.

She told me the gift of speech

Was to make us understand

One another,

To receive information

And if anyone said the thing

Which is not, a lie,

Then that purpose, gentlemen,

Was defeated.

So what is your implication?

None, sir.

I merely point out

That she could conceive

Of no reason

Or purpose to lying,

Something which is

So perfectly understood

And so universally practiced

Among human creatures.

It was with

The greatest difficulty

That I could

Make her understand

What I meant by power,

Government and war.

Law and punishment

And 1,000 other things

Had no equivalents

In their language.

Horses in my country

Are like yahoos in yours.

We keep them as beats of burden.

We put plates of iron

On their feet so they

Can walk on our stony roads

And saddles

So they can be ridden.

Why yahoos?

They have no choice.

Horses are usually broken and

Tame when they're very young.

The males are generally

Castrated

When they're two years old

To take down their spirits.

If they show any disobedience,

They are beaten with a whip

Or kicked with spurs.

We use them to pull heavy loads

Or to plow our fields.

Rich ladies ride them round

Parks and sometimes we race them

For our entertainment

And when they get too old

To work or to be ridden

For fun they are butchered,

Skinned and sold for dog meat.

Now what's wrong with that?

What is your argument, sir?

I think the proposition

Being advanced is

That this society of horses

Is superior to our own.

Is that your suggestion, sir?

I'm not suggesting it.

I'm insisting on it.

[loud chatter]

The yahoos,

On the other hand,

Seem to have no virtues

Whatsoever.

[loud protests]

[grunting]

In the houyhnhnms language

There is no word for evil

But everything

That is bad has

Yahoo added to it.

There are a lot of such words.

Fortunately the houyhnhnms

Could see no resemblance

Between my own

Outward appearance

And that of

The brutish yahoos,

Until one morning.

Yahoo!

Yahoo!

No, no, I'm not a yahoo.

These are my clothes.

They cover my body.

Everyone in my country

Wears clothes.

Why?

Well, because of modesty.

Imagine if men and women

Went around naked all the time.

We'd be, well,

We'd be preoccupied with sex.

Yahoo!

No, no, no.

We're civilized.

We wear clothes to--well,

Clothes tell you how

Important someone is.

If you're wealthy

You wear clothes of

Rare flimsy material like silk

Or lace that needs

To be cleaned constantly

By servants.

And, of course, you buy new

Clothes all the time because,

Well, obviously for a lady

To be seen wearing

The same dress more

Than once would be unpardonable.

I don't have any dresses,

Of course, because well,

I'm a man and men

Don't wear dresses.

Oh, dear.

Can we change the subject?

Are you telling us, sir,

That this horse friend

Of yours did not understand

The need for clothes?

Precisely.

[laughter]

Do you?

What do you mean by that?

Why should we not be seen

As god made us?

Because as every christian

Knows it would be immodest.

Meaning that these ladies

And gentlemen

Would be incapable of

Modest behavior

If they were not

Wearing clothes,

That they would be yahoos?

Some of the houyhnhnms

Agreed with you, sir.

They were now concerned

That I was really a yahoo

And should be treated as one.

I told mistress that

If she would spend

A few days with me

In a study of these creatures

It would become quite apparent

That I had no more in common

With them than she did,

Then we could clear up

This confusion once and for all.

Day one, leadership.

In each herd there was

Some kind of ruling yahoo.

As the basis of any society

Is organization,

I wondered how the yahoos

Picked this leader whereas

In our country we seek to elect

The most intelligent

Amongst us, the yahoos picked

A leader more mischievous

In disposition than the rest.

This leader would then choose

A favorite as much like himself

As possible whose job it was

To lick his masters feet and

Posterior and drive

The female yahoos to his kennel.

What are you implying?

He would continue in office

Until an even worse candidate

Could be found at which point

He would be discarded.

And all the yahoos

In the district would come

And discharge excrement

Upon him from head to foot.

[scattered gasps]

I am warning you.

Day two, aggression.

The bestial yahoos

Would fight for no reason

At all whereas as

I explained to mistress.

In our society we only fight

For a very good reason indeed,

Such as, well,

Because our enemies

Are much weaker than us

Or we desire all their land.

Day three, mating.

[scattered protests]

I fear I may shock you

With my personal experience

Of their practices

But I believe it's vital

That you share

My deep revulsion

At the antics of our neighbors.

I had already observed

The red haired males

And females of the species

Were more highly

Sexed than the rest.

[scattered murmuring]

So I should have

Been on my guard.

It was a scorching hot day

And I thought the yahoo herd

Had moved on,

So I decided to take

Advantage of the cool water.

[scuffling]

[shouting]

[horse whinnies]

What frightened me beyond

The violence itself

Was the thought that

I could be mistaken

By a female on heat

For another yahoo.

Could I deny

My true nature any longer?

Was this the real man, a brute?

When I caught sight of myself

In the lake I wanted

To turn away in disgust.

I've had enough

Of this nonsense.

I think we know enough.

The following day there

Came a terrible temptation.

Mistress took me further down

The seashore to a cliff

I've never visited before

Where the yahoos

Were digging stones

Out of the clay.

She explained how the yahoos

Coveted these strange rocks

And asked me why.

[grunting]

[whinnies]

In my country

They're called diamonds.

What are they for?

I have no idea.

Primitive people

Like shiny things.

They have no value?

None whatsoever.

Liar, what a liar I was.

That night I made a crude pick

From a flinthead.

I crept out of the compound

Straight back to the quarry.

All night long I hacked away

To get at the diamonds.

Do you know why I left

My wife to go to sea?

Do you?

Because I couldn't

Earn enough as a doctor at home.

I had to take a surgeon's wages

From a shipping company

And here I was in this

Strange country holding

A fortune in my hands.

I'd never have to work again.

I'm rich, rich!

I can have anything I want.

But what did I want?

Since my journey began I'd

Thought of only one thing, home,

Of waking up again in my own bed

With my wife and all the things

That I knew around me and now

I was rich enough to give mary

Everything except

I couldn't leave.

Now that I could have anything

I wanted I knew

With absolute certainty

All I wanted was to stay here.

I would rather live with these

Houyhnhnm than with my own wife.

Without other people,

I found that I had lost

All my vices.

There was no one to envy or lust

After or steal from or flatter

Or brag or lie to

And if I left this place

Now what could happen

Except my corruption?

That's my grand country house.

That's my fine clothes

And the servants to dress me

And my hunting

And my fishing

And my vintage wines

Because I'm never going back!

I'm gonna become a houyhnhnm!

[yells]

That night I slept with

A peace I hadn't

Experienced for years.

I didn't hear the yahoos

Creep up and steal my clothes.

I didn't even hear

The destruction until

It was too late.

Yahoos on the rampage,

They found a trough

Of fermenting apples

And had drunk the lot

Then charged

Through the settlement,

Smashing everything

In their path.

[laughing]

That's my coat!

The houyhnhnm council

Quickly reached

Its irrevocable judgment,

I must leave them forever.

Until I left I must

Remain with my own kind.

[horse whinnies]

[grunting]

How long do I have?

Until the full moon.

Mistress!

Is that it then?

Am I really just

Another yahoo in the end?

Am I?

Am I just another animal?

I worked long days.

Now I had resolved

To leave, the sooner the better.

I built a small boat of skins.

As the day to leave grew near

Loaded it up with vegetables,

Rabbits I had caught

And other provisions

For the journey.

We love words, we humans.

We use so many so easily

Till they've lost

All their meaning.

But when I saw as that last day

Dawned my heart was breaking.

I have never known such

Awful pain and loneliness.

You are more

Houyhnhnm than yahoo.

[whinnying]

As I sailed off

The houyhnhnms

Cried out to me

From the beach.

I didn't turn to look.

It was a sound that will stay

With me for the rest of my life.

When I could no longer

See land I threw

All my food overboard.

I had decided not to try

And return home.

I couldn't live

With humans again.

After many hours a shadow

Came across my boat

And I realized that death

Had come to claim me.

[chattering]

Go away, go away!

Go!

Go!

I stayed in my cabin the entire

Voyage talking to no one.

I ate the foul yahoo food only

To survive and I washed myself

Whenever I touched anything

Until I reached england.

This really is

The most extraordinary story

Coupled with

Dr. Bates's other notes.

I've never heard

A story like it.

[murmuring]

When my husband came here

He was very disturbed

And I think

He's been encouraged

To believe his fantasies

Really existed

But that's over now.

He's purged himself.

Lemuel is not insane.

I want him to come home and

I know that is his wish, also.

You say your husband

Is not insane.

Then you believe his account

Of these fantastical stories?

I believe

He has suffered greatly.

But do you believe him?

It is a simple question.

I believe he has much

To teach us if we would listen.

I ask you again,

Do you believe him or not?

Who in this room

Has been harmed by him?

You ask me if I believe him

And my answer is this:

I believe in him.

I believe lemuel

Is a truly good man.

I believe he's an honest man

And I believe his journey

Has made him a better man.

Tell me the crime

He has committed

That merits this

Terrible punishment?

What if his stories are true?

What if they're not?

What does it matter?

He had a thirst, a raging,

Unquenchable thirst

To see the world

And drink everything in it.

And now that thirst is quenched

And perhaps he has drunk

More than any man could swallow

But who are we to judge him?

Who are we to doubt his word

And compel him to remain here?

You have asked your questions

And now I ask mine, who in this

Room has been harmed by him?

He is harming himself.

It is our christian duty

To keep him here

Until we cure him.

Your motives for

Keeping him here are

Anything but christian.

How dare you!

How dare you question me!

He's insane.

He must be kept locked up.

He's a lunatic,

Gibbering against mankind,

Tearing down all

Shreds of decency and modesty.

Filthy in word

And filthy in thought.

He's a heart burning

With hatred against

The whole human race

And a mind fueled with images

From the dunghill.

Are we stand by and hear

Our whole nature libeled

And besmirched?

I've tried only to speak

The truth as I saw it.

What arrogance,

What presumption!

To show men what they are

And teach them what to be.

You are either a liar, sir,

Or a lunatic. Which is it?

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, this is a hospital,

Not a prison and our ambition

Is not to confine people

But to cure them.

Lemuel gulliver, you are clearly

Suffering from a disease

Of the mind.

This journey never really

Happened except in your own head

And all we ask is

That you acknowledge this.

When you have done that

Then you may leave.

Now what do you say?

Then I may leave?

Of course.

It's all you have

To say lemuel.

Every single thing

I have told you is the truth

And happened to me.

Why do you persist?

You say you saw all these things

That no one else

Has ever seen?

Been to all these

Fantastical places.

Have you one shred of proof?

I did have.

The answer is no.

He has no proof.

Isn't it enough that

I say they're the truth?

No, no, it is not enough.

We shall review your case

Next year at the same time.

Keepers, take him back

To his cell.

I am telling you truth!

Why won't anyone believe me?

Who is this child?

Thomas, what are you

Doing here?

Go back to your mother, boy.

I thought he'd gone

But he was

In the garden eating grass.

I found him again this morning.

[baas]

[laughs]

[murmurs]

We never saw bates again.

I heard somewhere

That he had gone abroad

But I don't know if it's true.

The house is still in his name

But he never returned

To claim it.

The first money I laid out

When I returned home

Was to buy two young horses.

They understand me

Tolerably well

And I converse

With them every day.

It was many months before

I could look in a mirror

Without feeling some disgust

At the sight

Of a human creature

But my family let me walk

At my own pace.

And showed me a kindness that

Is perhaps greater than reason

Might allow,

Until at last I was

Able to play with my son, tom,

Like a true father and be again

A husband to my wife mary to

Whom I owe my life and freedom.

All the yahoo vices I can begin

To accustom myself to once more

Except for pride.

That I cannot tolerate.

I see myself

For what I truly am.

I have lost eight years

Of my life and yet the moments

I have had,

The marvels I have witnessed,

The wonderful truths

I have seen.

You see, when night falls

And you close your eyes

To sleep and dream,

I have seen the things

That you can only dream about.

I have been there.

I was lost at sea

For a long time

But I have been there.

Oh, yes, all the way

And back.