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You

You

You

You

You

You

You

You excellent

Your honor is me

You

You're gentilities

This embarking is desired muchly as there's great danger

Of the carriage falling off the mountain and dying

Oh dear

Your concern is appreciated

But we are quite comfortable and are possessed of infinite faith in your skill to keep us from all possible harm

Do shut the door, would you?

Say say

Sarge on TV, dear Dean, no

No

Excellent

Do not trouble yourselves, forgive me for disturbing you

Beautiful scenery, yes?

Bye, sorry

Crazy

Completely crazy

You are a good person, I'm not a good person

You are a good person

Changes

of knowledge and universal political freedom, it is possible to make every individual happy

and happier in a higher degree than the most fortunate is at present.

The caress of a tender love.

You depend on it too much.

As I depend on you.

You smell like flowers.

Never in bro.

Remember the West Country.

Yes.

Claire, what is it?

I'm growing up in my body!

It couldn't be.

I can feel the claws on my face.

They were tearing in my face!

Come on, man.

And you come.

We should...

Bear.

Bear.

Bear.

Bear.

There are rats here.

Just a system in the show.

Hush.

Hush.

Hush.

I know, you know, honestly, all over the bed.

Safe now.

Isn't she?

Yes.

You see.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You don't have to go through all this to be with us.

There's she.

She's going to be in the show.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

This one I have christened, ate and mess it, tripped it.

We shall all turn with the old new pop and tear-a-bone in-coupe.

No, Shelley says you're home.

Stop.

Please, Shelley, the hotel dang and tear.

I've been proud for our pockets, I'm afraid.

Just one night.

I've been proud for our pockets, I'm afraid.

Just one night, please.

We've had 10 days of cold beds, dirty rooms and awful food.

Right.

Don't forget the wrap.

You are cruel.

Absolutely horrid.

Barry, there's a wonderful place to bathe here.

Come in.

Come in.

You must it's a place to bathe.

Come in.

You must it's a fly, my tell you.

Claire, you then, aren't you hot and almost closed?

Come in.

Claire, don't you dare.

Alive!

I am alive!

Whee!

Don't move.

Stop!

Stop.

rehabilitation?

izer!

Focus on me.

Oh, that's sad.

Good heavens. Except for Napoleon, only one man in the world has such a coach.

That's what I'm coming here is all about.

He met in March in London.

And is the relationship intimate?

I'm not going to be here.

His satanic majesty, George Gordon.

Don Byron.

Welcome to the Hotel Dangitale. It is a pleasure to have you with us.

Please have a hot bath prepared for his lordship. You bring two bottles of champagne as soon as possible.

Great.

It was foolish me to tell you where I would be.

And unforgivable if you'd agree with me, that's my lord.

I thought...

You should have needed rumors of my cruel nature.

I could report it ten no once.

Dr. John William Polidori.

The lord's companion.

End of position.

Are you ill?

The world is ill, Missy. I am well.

I must speak with you.

Now this moment.

Yes.

Holly, until that Krettenberger to feed Mudds, he's constantly forgetting.

As you wish.

Come on.

Come tell me, Dang. Come tell me, Dang. My name come tell me truly.

It's not the link. That makes me laugh.

But it's the dumb.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

That makes me laugh.

But it's the double draw.

Come make it to me.

Come make it to me.

Come make it to me.

Come loose and free your back, trim round.

I'm banging away at my cake.

I need you please, Alady.

Uncle, bra, bra, bra.

Uncle.

Payment first, middle.

You're such a wicked bad girl.

Whatever will I do with you?

Whatever you wish.

Well, I shall have to give you spikes.

Indeed, promise.

Indeed, promise.

It will be very hard to miss.

A little fool.

A little fiend.

And that will be the memory of how much I love you.

Hopeless.

Utterly.

Utterly hopeless.

Utterly.

I do not want to talk more.

I want to feel you inside me.

Deeply.

Deeper than you have ever gone.

You are my lord and I surrender all to you.

Over.

Wake up, wake up.

Oh, God.

He says you are a great poet.

Great.

And he says you were right to leave England as you did.

He says you and Mary are children of the revolution.

He considers us brothers and sisters in exile.

And you need to invite you to lunch.

All of us.

I accepted.

I said, all right.

No one bears talk to him.

Women faint if he speaks to them honestly.

He is considered wicked, you know.

I have heard.

You will like him.

I know you will.

Do approve. Say you do.

Could I not approve anyone who seems to make you so happy?

Thank you, sweet Shelley.

Good noble to understanding adorable Shelley.

The terrace at two.

No wonder how that will.

Thank you both.

You're so happy.

He is the greatest poet of the age.

And it's greatest scandal.

They say his marriage was unappellaries broke.

Let's talk of a child between him and his sister, Augusta.

Oh, Mae.

Hey, can we really judge?

Mae, for a moment.

Look at us.

What could you say?

That I am living with another woman's husband.

A fugitive.

A subversive.

A atheist.

A atheist.

A man who has seduced and eloped with two women who were obsessed.

Excellent.

Perfectly stated.

Now compare that to what we are.

May I ever say I love you enough?

No.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.

Let me tell you, we have behold such scenes of heartbreaking misery and poverty.

At home and in Ireland that at times my whole being shakes with a hatred so strong it seems to smother my very life.

A man is unhappiness is caused by the evils of power and his obedience to it.

And who holds this power?

Two classes of tyrants, kings and priests, to whom the poor blind people abjectly submit in fear of sword and cross and thereby confirm the accident slave them.

I tell you, there was only one way to set man free.

Rebelient. Revolution. And then anarchy.

Excuse me. These are topics that lie close on my soul.

I don't know my friend, not at all.

Don't you know, I think we shall see the revolution you dream of.

At least not in our lifetimes.

Inhabitants of that damp island we call England, subsist mainly by suction and drown their energies for such enterprises in gin.

Then we must rescue them by our example and show them how to challenge authority, whatever the cost.

What is that?

Lord, I'm never without it.

I prefer smoking opium. Have you tried it?

I've not had the opportunity.

Well, perhaps we shall ask the good doctor here to rectify that lamentable mission.

It's what he does best, potions and pleasures from poly.

Time's considerable pleasure.

Tell us about your journey.

Quite stimulating.

We learned that in our stand where his lordship immediately fell like a thunderbolt upon the chambermaids.

It's lies. All lies.

I have not had a whore in six months.

Since separation from my dear wife and the beller, I am all from morality and confine myself to strict adultery.

Shelley, I understand that your Queen Maab is still the rage in London.

Protect God, King and marriage in one piece is quite an accomplishment.

Blasp me sell as well, doesn't it?

Your friends account you a man of testicle.

But the father of these two precious starlings continues to dam you in print, bleed you in person, cut you in person.

It doesn't matter what he says of me.

Godwin is a great man and I shall continue to support him.

Oh, Shelley, you are good.

Too good.

Too much love, too much friendship.

Can one have too much love?

Silent is a sphinx all afternoon and finally a word.

Tell me about love, lady. Free love.

In my own impoverished experience, it has never, ever been free.

But I am willing to learn if you will be willing to teach.

Oh, what say you, Mr. Smarry?

You think a great deal of yourself, my lord. Very little about this and their feelings.

It is too bad you have learned your manners in such exclusive society.

It seems to have made them vulgar as well as cruel.

Barack vote, Barack vote.

It was spoken like a true feminist to the rights of women.

Whatever they are.

They are quite simple, really.

To develop our minds and control our bodies.

Oh, part don't.

It is the consequence of my dieting.

I have seen anyone so thin who is not a death store except Shelley Dario.

Mary, feel my ribs.

Oh, afraid.

Of what?

Well, you can answer that.

But, Shelley, there is no harm in his or no danger.

Shelley, you are in control.

I'd just prefer not to.

Claire.

Shelley, I begin to understand you.

Can you feel them?

Mm-hmm. Can I actually count them?

You delightful girl.

Charming girl.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Charming girl.

His load trip has decided to take a villa in Shaqwee for the summer.

And has invited us to occupy Caudé Johnnie estate.

That's quite generous, but unfraid we haven't seen.

We haven't seen.

What do you say?

Whatever will make you happy.

We accept.

We accept.

Bradley.

Splendid.

A toast.

A toast.

To what, Mary?

To friendship.

Perhaps.

To perhaps friendship.

I've never had a very high opinion of women.

But when I meet one superior to her own sex and most of our own,

I worship her in proportion as I despise the rest.

And so to you.

And to you, Claire.

And you, Shelley.

And even you, Polly.

Infidels.

Subversives.

Seduces.

Wantons. All.

Hot, lively company.

A toast.

Fatchoy.

If you drop that, I will have you drawn quartered skin and boiled alive.

Burger.

A little to the right.

Switch to the cottage.

Careful with my baby's cut.

It's not all good.

Good morning.

Russian put that there.

God burn that.

What's my dog?

Italian by blood.

Swiss by nationality.

But Irish by wit.

Outside with all.

You're a great

beauty for the floor.

Rousso, for Shelley's admiration.

Music.

For inspiration.

And flowers.

For the ladies.

You are most absolutely darling.

I know.

Please.

So, if I'm a father,

I'm a man without.

Come down from there.

No more work.

I forbid it is time to play.

Come, Papa has surprises.

Come and see.

He's a nice bit of grumble.

Hey Governor.

You'll pick somewhere you'll go.

The cook is growing.

We must be going.

The carnival is coming.

Come along, children.

The carnival is coming.

Good Lord.

What do you think?

I can't one think in the presence of this.

Claire told me of your passion nautical.

I saw her flying in the sunset.

And I knew instantly she must be ours.

Name her Shelley.

Ariel.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Abarg me arties.

Arr, supply me there.

Lively, lively.

I am a man without you.

I am a man without you.

I am a man without you.

As we once know I'm all alone.

No apples and 14 words.

Come on come.

Hope you haven't seen anything yet.

Bye bye, Sarah you live guitar.

Be brave andcouldAM.

Excuse me, Steve and the Sr Giraffe.

It's our spring.

I am acting under feet,G

and I was faced by Aboriginaltake say aium,

it's our long life.

What?

Then this piss pot right?

With Shelley's poetry we peek behind the mask of a metaphysical revolutionary.

And sadly we see the face of a little child.

The universe is his box of toys in which he dabbles his fingers

with the mischief of a little boy.

Oh, lattery.

Listen.

Mm.

I have written a play.

I think it's quite good.

Do shut up, John.

How did I find that?

Play.

Forgive me, John.

The work is considerable merit.

Please, play.

Sing, glad.

Yes.

Do.

Oh, can I say?

Oh, can I say?

Oh, can I say?

Yes.

Do.

Oh, can I say?

Oh, can I say?

Silence,

Run,

after me

hear

the poem

It is all

Please, I do

There's something very softening presents a whole

I can't account for

Makes you feel better with yourself

And everything else

Well, Shelley, is we poets or ain't we?

We is, God help us

But let us poetise the clairs beauty

Let's say you

Why not?

Be first

There be none of beauty's daughters

With a magic like the

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice

To me

Come on, have a go

Hold on, come on, Shelley

Come, spit it out

I have it, I have it, silence

Thy voice

Thy voice slow rising like a spirit lingers

Or shadowing with soft and lulling wings

The blood and life within thy snowy fingers

Teach witchcraft

To the instrumental strings

As morning dew, that in a sunbeam dies

I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies

Well, well, well

We all get in a certain matter like aye

I can sing as well, you know

Yes, I will sing for you

Please, please

A song that I learned while fighting the savages in Albania

Ready?

Bless us!

Oh, Braco, Braco

Tortzer

You understand nothing about total harmonics

I'll have to say this for you again

Oh yes, you know, your brownlings

Brownlings, all of you

I will have you know that that is an authentic, Albanian, Madshah

It should be your name, Albanian

Yes, Albie, the Mad Albanian

What do you think, Mary?

Absolutely, I think that's right

Henceforth, I shall be known as Albie

L.D

And I shall answer to no other name

Does his authorship not notice where he is not moving?

Roman, Row, and your passage, matey

Do you think me cruel

But I am his most generous and loving benefactor

I support him and therefore perform two services

I keep the doctor alive

As well as the people he would be killing where he'd have practiced his foul on

I will not tolerate this

How much you will, Paulie Dolly, you will

As long as you travel his tassel to purse, no one

You will not be made for loving

The day returns too soon

It will go no more of roving

The light of the moon

No, no, no

He will is absolutely excluded from the system of the universe

And it only exists in man when he violates its laws of harmony and love

Bollocks is evil in the universe

Evil apart from man

I disagree completely

Evil is a terrible, manipulating force

Look around you, Shelley

All is war, attack, defense, surrender, conquer

Good against evil, the devil against God

God?

Albie, you are a slave to the vilest and most vulgar prejudices

And in addition, you are as mad as to win

True, but my title, that's considerable weight, to my opinion

God and the devil, I am not a good man

God and the devil are only projections of human tendencies

Man can determine his existence, change his world

It's all cause and effect

Yes

Cause

And effect, it's very simple

The clearer, I wish you would not swallow so much supper

Chicken wings, sweet breads, custard peaches, porter

A woman should only be seen eating lobster salad and drinking champagne

But don't stop on my account

To my mad, Albie

I wish you would not have been eaten

Shelley

Man cannot recreate the universe for good, the diabolical forces are too great

God, the creator exists, but the creation is bad

But more proof do you need than to look at me

Here, here, here, here, here, here

Hahaha

Hahaha

Coleridge says Opium is a magic dawn

To realm as we cannot approach your normal experience

You could pipe in one's creative powers

I think he is deeply mistaken

Surely he demonstrated the brilliance of his powers

Long before he came to the pipe, his addiction has done nothing but draw a veil over his beautiful light

Here, what about Kublakom?

Beware, beware is flashing eyes, is floating air

Weave a circle round him thrice and close your eyes with holy dread

For he, on the honeydew, hath fed and drummed the milk of paradise

It's ready

I don't think I will

I know you will appreciate this

Jen Klay Shelley, Jen Klay not too much, Jen Klay, that's enough

I wouldn't want to be responsible for any addiction

You approve, Shelley?

Ladies, Shelley, I would like your opinion of my recent acquisition

Please, Polly

It's foolish work

Yes, it's called the nightmare

The ritual on the woman is called an incubus

Said to cause dreams of terror by sitting on the slipper's chest and breathing in her face

And the hoax?

The specter of the nightmare, upon which the incubus rides to his victims on his visitations of horror

Garsley

It's unfortunate, Polly, that your perceptions always seem to deal with that which is purer, or superficial

It's common knowledge that the origin of the painting comes from the unhappy passion fusily had for a woman he desperately sought to possess

If you had used your eyes as they were meant to be used, you would see that the creature's weight is not centered on her chest

But closer to the ladies more, arogynous anatomy

And it is not that he has been breathing in her face, but rather taking her breath away

Her expression even in sleep is obviously post-coital

And just look at the creature's expression

See how he dares anyone to take what is his by right of ravishment

But you are witnessing his a rape in return for unrequited love

I find it accurate

If you will excuse me, I will take this purer, iron, and superficial self to bed

Will you be wanting any more of this, Lord?

You cannot resist hurting him

People like Polidori live for such treatment and would die for want of it

Excuse me, don't move

The clarity superb, the company stimulating the evening most entertaining

Poli, don't soak, come back downstairs

Please

We have it, now, give it me

I will not

This is a gusset

I cannot bear this anymore

I will not

This is a incessant ridicule

I try my dust for you, George

But you put Shelley, all of them before me

Killing yourself would have been classical

Not very agreeable

Baa

Alright, John

I will make it better

Stop now

Alright, John

That's enough

Come here

Okay, John

I'm going to get a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of

a little bit of a little bit of an

little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of

a little bit of a little bit of a little bit

on a midnight stream gives grace and truth to life's

unquiet dream.

What's wrong?

My thoughts are so clear one moment, and then the next,

when writing everything is muddled and strained and confused.

It will come.

What's wrong?

I think you'll find Xion quite entertaining.

Since the reformation it's been used as a prison and a place of torture.

I hardly think the place of suffering and torture could be entertaining.

We needn't have brought the ice, Polly. Mary could have chilled the wine.

I didn't know you took Lord Minne to that.

You said he let me try some in London.

Certainly you can't object.

There isn't the object of life's sensation.

The other may exist if you're tremblingly alive.

I don't believe that feelings can be manufactured in a pipe or bottle.

Well, in this harsh world I tix me pleasures where I find them, me lady.

Ooh, I'm not fussy, I ain't.

In ocean, the Muslims have completely solved the problem of women.

They lock them up.

Oh, ladies and gentlemen.

Extinguish your lights.

Extinguish your lights.

Now, my friend,

you say that evil does not exist in the world, say that which man creates.

And I say, exists as part of the duality of creation.

You will never convince me of that.

Would you enter into a little experiment to prove my point?

What sort of experiment?

You will smoke.

And then take the precious object of your most tender affection.

Nary the good, nary the loving.

And view her in that dimension of other seeing.

If she does not change, well, then you are right.

But if you glimpse the demon behind the mask, then I am right.

What do you say?

You don't need to prove what you already know to be true.

Viewing Mary is one of the great doors of my life.

This can do nothing but enhance that pleasure.

For my sake, please don't do this.

Oh, for your sake, I will.

A big more shall we?

Open your eyes, Shelley.

Look at Mary, concentrate on her face.

Only on Mary's face, tell us what you see.

Yes, as I know her to be.

And more. So much.

Tell us.

Beauty.

Light.

Loving light.

You are wrong, Elby.

Deeper.

Look deeper.

Closer.

Light.

How beautiful and calm through you are, Mary.

Closer, Shelley.

The eyes will tell you.

Look at the smile.

Does it not glow demonic?

It's Mary.

Your only darling, Mary.

Careful, Shelley.

It seeks to remain hidden.

Fiend is clever.

See how the form changes.

Careful, Shelley, beware.

Command it to reveal itself.

Come out.

I love you, Shelley.

So yourself.

Mary, I love you.

Command it, Shelley.

Command it!

Mary loves you.

Mary, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Here's a sleeve.

And Claire?

As well.

He adores you.

And your ravages trust with a cruel charade.

There's no charade, lady. It's the world as it is.

Shelley is an innocent wandering this planet without defenses.

The beast will swallow you in whole.

There's more to this than the metaphysics of good and evil.

Lola.

You're attempting to drive a wedge between Shelley and me.

Why?

I will have your answer, I'll be.

Perhaps to make room for myself.

What do you mean?

I love you.

Could you love me as you love Shelley?

I could never love anyone as I love him.

You really think me evil?

I find you a human.

Myself as well.

The most unique creature I know from that is beautiful.

I give you a fair warning.

I mean to pursue you with a three-repened at night combined.

Love is one with love, men or love weapons.

It is not a battle.

Why do you fight so hard against it?

Not in.

You.

Teach me this game of love for love, lady.

No.

You see, how quickly I learned.

I promise not to make love to you.

Until you desire it.

I must see if Shelley is still asleep.

And if he is, he will return.

Love me, Shelley.

Love me, Shelley.

Love me, Shelley.

Could you not admit I'll be into what we share?

Would you really want it?

If you're inclined to love him, you should feel free to do so.

You know, it could never alter what we have.

Could you love him?

But you find him impersonating.

I'm frightened.

I seem gaining a commando, Veen.

Oh, and I'm frightened.

I got, Shelley.

Last night he made you feel me.

To look into your eyes and see such horror.

Listen to me.

What I saw was only a goblin from my childhood box of terrorists.

This morning I awoke knowing that the only way to end fear is to enter the nightmare completely and embrace the monster that resides there.

The opium let me see that.

It matters not what Albee's reasons are.

For myself, I will go wherever experience takes me. I must.

Don't you see that?

Help me, May.

Come with me.

There's a terrible danger in this, Shelley.

Do you love me?

My perfect voice.

What then my dearest heart?

My love, my friend, could ever harm us.

I apologize for any discomfort last night's entertainment may have caused you.

On the contrary, I found the experience illuminating.

What interests me about the experiment is that the things with which you seek to fight in us must also fight anew.

Else, why would you think them possessed of such power?

Dear boy, there's only one thing which inspires me to tell her. That is myself.

Ha ha ha.

We all seem to have escaped relatively unscathed. Look at Claire. It has not diminished her appetite. One jot.

It is not appetite that stimulates my consumption, but that I am obliged to eat for two. I'm with child.

With child.

Stunningly biblical.

Congratulations, Shelley.

Oh, but the child is yours.

Really?

In March and April, I was with you in London.

Shelley and Mary were at Bishop's Gate.

If you have any doubts, you could check with your mathematical wife. I'm sure she would corroborate.

Clara, are you quite sure?

That's wonderful.

Well, I wonder what sort of little Byron will issue from this.

Polly, didn't you tell me that Erasm's Darwin concluded that at the moment of conception, it is the males, and only the males thought.

And the males, an imagination which determined the character and form of the child.

Yes. He also concluded that the birth of monsters follows from the same process.

Yes, I mustn't try very hard to remember what it is I was thinking at that moment.

Well, it's no matter.

Just imagine. If Darwin is right, the bubble of seeds spilt in a whore, or a lap, or gone astray in a voluptuous dream might very well for all we know have caused a Caesar or a bull apart.

It's the thought that counts.

Is that all you have to say?

No, on the contrary, I have a great interest in these matters.

See, I believe one day scientists will move beyond the natural boundaries of human knowledge and instruct us how to propagate life without coupling.

We will fornicate only for pleasure, and man will create himself in laboratories with the aid of electricity and chemicals.

Without women.

Emanently possible. Think of the advantages, Mary, to displace God, create ourselves, and live forever.

What an Eden! You are mad!

Yes, and so are you. And so are we all. And how else does one get through this hell?

Kill.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Shelley?

Shelley?

Shelley?

Is that you?

Claire?

Shelley asked me.

Hello?

The

Please hurry up, come here.

Which folder's going on?

Str Hayabbon, where do you need that?

I'm on the phone.

She Grandma in an agreement?

So come on in.

No.

Just hang in my office Sheila.

Wait I wasn't ready.

CandNe's got a micED!

His mother would become impatient with his lameness, and fly into a rage whenever he came

into the room.

The doctor she gave him over to was a drunken quack.

Her sole treatment for the affliction was to take his foot, force it round, and then screw

it tightly into a heavy wooden box, which George was then obliged to drag around like

some dead fame.

As an extension of himself.

Dear God.

The townspeople of Aberdeen called him Mrs Byron's little crooked devil.

Well, well, it seems to have righted itself.

Has it?

Reading Tasso.

Dante.

Come, forgive me, but would you excuse us?

Certainly.

Who was whom after lunch, if you wish?

Yes, very much, thank you.

May I?

I think John seemed to have become quite close.

He tells me, you call him little brother.

He's quite lost, and very greatly a need of a friend.

How is she?

Shattered.

I don't ask you to excuse me, but I would like you to try to imagine strangers it may seem

to you, that this heart was once a long time ago, affectionate my nature.

All beings, great and small, are linked by order, and this order is formed, which

stands God's lightness on us all.

Don't you think, Mary, that wherever physical deformity exists, can always be traced to the face,

or to however handsome you can be?

Very odd that because one has a defective foot, one can never have a perfect face.

Very odd.

Shall we?

Thank you.

No, then, the matter of the child.

Naturally, I will bear all costs.

Damn you.

Claire, however indelicate money is important in these matters.

I propose that the infant after it is wean be placed in the care of my sister Augusta.

Never.

Very well.

Then I will take the child to live with me.

You must understand there is no hope of us ever being together.

The child, or my name, you cannot have both.

You would never acknowledge it if I kept it.

No.

Could I visit it?

Can I know?

You can stay with us as my own.

Can't you see?

As the child of a lord it would have advantages which none of us could offer.

Think what you're doing?

I am.

I would tear the flesh off my bones to ensure good for it.

Will you witness my contract with his lordship?

Will you?

With our witness.

Good night then.

It will get tenderly for it.

I vow.

Thus she maintains a link with me and ensures her release in the history.

Would you allow a child to be ripped from you like that?

You have forced her to it.

So you take the child?

Yes.

Perhaps we can be of some comfort to each other.

I must love something.

What is it, boy?

Who's that?

Good lord.

No, no, no.

No, I'll be.

I'll be very aware of how she takes her name.

They slug.

They swam.

They call this man.

They still take her name.

They slug this worm.

They call this of a man.

He's not content of fighting himself at my table.

No, he must so so rape my soul.

He's after my letters and journals.

To what purpose?

Polly Dolly.

Tell me, you're by God.

I will run you through.

You're publisher.

Murray.

He offered me 500 pounds for your secrets.

Just pronounce your death sentence.

Oh, I'll be.

You must not.

You have the dance.

Would you risk hanging?

Just to satisfy your anger.

Get out of my sight.

Please.

Go away.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Cut you to ribbons.

I'll get my letter.

Get my letter.

Get my letter.

Get my letter.

Get my letter.

Get my letter.

Get my letter.

Be grateful for mercy.

Let's hear.

Next time I shall not let you off so easily.

Confounded man, don't you sweat?

Only in private, my lord, to do so in public.

In your lordship, the present would be most unfitting.

Would that be all sound?

Yes.

Off.

Yes, ma'am.

You can show servants no quarter.

Upsets the natural order of things.

Excuse me, my lord.

It seems that Dr. Poladore left us when he departed.

Oh, there's a dear boy bughead after.

Geneva.

He's staying with Madame de Star.

Have you seen him?

Yes, he planned to leave for Venice.

How is the rat?

Probably well.

If you perhaps could have encouraged his literary efforts a bit more,

he may not have been driven to violate your trust.

I have not.

You have not driven to violate your trust.

Shall he?

He'll understand so little of the world.

Well, what is it, Rustin?

The bag, sir.

We'll send it to him.

Wait.

Does it still contain?

Let me have it.

Thank you, Rustin.

You may leave the bag.

Changed your mind.

I wish thinking of having a little experiment of my own.

I wondered if you'd join me.

You have only to name the wear and the wen of it.

Tonight?

Midnight?

Shill.

Oh, very mysterious.

Yes, isn't it?

Could I have some more, teen?

Fletcher?

I'll leave the bag.

Done.

First a toast.

To feeling tremblingly alive.

And do you well, be wherever your journeys take you?

Thank you.

You're first, you're the guest, do you?

Can one know something of the details of this mysterious experiment beforehand?

Certainly.

You've caused Shirley to look at what you call the evil behind the mask of ourselves.

Now you and I will look.

I hope this does not prove more than you bargained for.

I will take the chance.

You permit this?

Larry does not need my permission for anything.

Are you not concerned for your sister?

It is your terror I come to witness.

Oh.

May we begin?

I have voted with service.

I have voted with service.

I have voted with service.

I have voted with service.

Namo, sir.

Thank you.

It does not like the light.

I think...

Think what, I'll want.

Think that should be enough.

Finish it so soon.

Are you on anything?

Interesting.

Your face.

This is...

It comes, lus.

My god, what is it? What's there?

Quiet.

No.

It's you, Abby.

Are you hungry?

You need to be looking after.

He thought it best you come to us.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't only opium.

John William added a decoction of the mushroom

and eat a mascara to the wine.

He thought you'd find the experience interesting.

The monster.

India rubber and the masterful performance by the doctor.

You've come out of it even more beautiful.

John William altered the pipe

so that when I used it, I received little, if only, of the smoke.

You couldn't.

Some are monsters.

And play maggots without taking your turn.

It was more than the terror.

This monster's great-long sadness.

And I knew.

It was me.

I knew.

I knew.

I knew.

I knew.

You can't let her leave like this.

Come on, then.

I wanted to say goodbye and wish him a safe journey.

You have the most annoying habit of telling people who love you to go away.

Our child will be beautiful, and it will all be from you.

Goodbye, my little fiend.

Sally!

That's not lived to be old you and I.

Let the grim tyrant take us in youth.

Agreed.

At first I insist we write great words.

No more words, something real.

Perhaps I'll mount a campaign of free, my beloved Greece, from the Turks.

Yes, can you see it?

Me? At the head of a great army? Like Napoleon?

Oh, I'm incorrigible.

Goodbye, old man.

Say hello to England for me.

May I?

What?

Go loving, my dear friend.

I've never seen anything like him, and I know I never shall.

He's too good for this world, may I?

Goodbye, happy.

Goodbye, most uncommon creature.

Go on, driver.

Don't worry.

This is not over with me.

I'll do something, or rather,

I will, Shelley!

In this life of error, ignorance and strife,

where nothing is but all things seem,

and we, the shadows of the dream,

it is a modest creed, and yet,

pleasant, if one considers it,

to own that death itself must be like all the rest,

a mockery.

That a garden sweet, that lady fair,

and all the sweet shapes and odours there.

In truth have never passed away.

It is we, it is ours, or changed, not they.

For love and beauty, and delight,

there is no death or change.

At the time of the day we seek evil,

that we love all things.

All the sorrow of your mother,

and all the sweet shapes and odours there.

All the sorrow of your mother,

and all the sweet shapes and odours there.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.

A dream with the dream.