I had to think about this quite a bit before mentioning it to you.
And why is that, Mr. Rafael?
It wasn’t my idea, and the person who had it – the idea, I mean – is a little old lady who knits and wears lace. She also has a mind like a bacon slicer.
Why didn’t she come to me herself?
She didn’t think you’d take her seriously.
I might have done.
I doubt it. It’s a very good disguise. She even had me fooled for a minute.
Better have her name for the record.
You wouldn’t know if this lady comes from a village in England called St. Mary Mead?
Yeah, yeah! That rings a bell… I think that’s what she said – something like that anyway. How do you know that?
Magnificent! I’ve heard her called the best personality analyst in the world, a ruthless forensic brain – a mind like a bacon slicer would do very well.
Once we know the number one, we believe that we know the number two, because one plus one equals two. We forget that first we must know the meaning of plus.
I’ve decided to write the story down; as it was, not as John made it. Get it right, before I die.
You’re not going to die.
I had a great-uncle who lived to be 102.
Well done. That seals my fate. What are the odds that you would know two men who would live that long?
Well, I didn’t actually know him.
There’s too much beauty to quit.
Dr. Martin Harris:
I didn’t forget everything. I remember how to kill you, asshole.
Let’s imagine… if you glimpsed the future, you were frightened by what you saw, what would you do with that information? You would go to… the politicians, captains of industry? And how would you convince them? Data? Facts? Good luck! The only facts they won’t challenge are the ones that keep the wheels greased and the dollars rolling in. But what if… what if there was a way of skipping the middle man and putting the critical news directly into everyone’s head? The probability of wide-spread annihilation kept going up. The only way to stop it was to show it. To scare people straight. Because, what reasonable human being wouldn’t be galvanized by the potential destruction of everything they’ve ever known or loved? To save civilization, I would show its collapse. But, how do you think this vision was received? How do you think people responded to the prospect of imminent doom? They gobbled it up like a chocolate eclair! They didn’t fear their demise, they re-packaged it. It could be enjoyed as video-games, as TV shows, books, movies, the entire world wholeheartedly embraced the apocalypse and sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon. Meanwhile, your Earth was crumbling all around you. You’ve got simultaneous epidemics of obesity and starvation. Explain that one! Bees and butterflies start to disappear, the glaciers melt, algae blooms. All around you the coal mine canaries are dropping dead and you won’t take the hint! In every moment there’s the possibility of a better future, but you people won’t believe it. And because you won’t believe it you won’t do what is necessary to make it a reality. So, you dwell on this terrible future. You resign yourselves to it for one reason, because *that* future does not ask anything of you today. So yes, we saw the iceberg and warned the Titanic. But you all just steered for it anyway, full steam ahead. Why? Because you want to sink! You gave up! That’s not the monitor’s fault. That’s yours.
Inherent vice in a maritime insurance policy is anything that you can’t avoid. Eggs break, chocolate melts, glass shatters, and Doc wondered what that meant when it applied to ex-old ladies.
I can’t believe you’re making me fight hungover.
You wanna drink like a man, then let’s see if you can fight like a man.