Я просто опять утащу кусок поста Секси, потому что хочу, чтобы этот монолог был у меня здесь.
12.11.2015 в 13:59
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Sexy Thing:
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И снова, снова и снова монолог Доктора, который рвет на лоскуты и склеивает в неправильном порядке.
И он должен быть тут целиком.
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You just want cruelty to beget cruelty. You're not superior to people who were cruel to you. You're just a whole bunch of new cruel people. A whole bunch of new cruel people, being cruel to some other people, who'll end up being cruel to you. The only way anyone can live in peace is if they're prepared to forgive. Why don't you break the cycle?
And when this war is over, when -- when you have the homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're very close to getting what you want. What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want people to go to work? What'll be holidays? Oh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who will make the violins? Well? Oh, You don't actually know, do you? Because, just like every other tantruming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want. So, let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've killed all the bad guys, and it's all perfect and just and fair, when you have finally got it exactly the way you want it, what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to protect your glorious revolution from the next one?
No, it's not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that most sincerely.
Because it's not a game, Kate. This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought right there in front of you. Because it's always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die. You don't know who's children are going to scream and burn. How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they're always going to have to do from the very beginning -- sit down and talk!
I don’t understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. You mean, you call this a war? This funny little thing? This is not a war! I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine. And when I close my eyes… I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight… till it burns your hand, and you say this… No-one else will ever have to live like this! No-one else will have to feel this pain! Not on my watch!
Понимаете? Вот это именно то, что я так люблю в эре Моффата. Не сиропная трагедия утерянной любви. Не бездна ангста и отчаяния. Вот эта чистая, мощная, сбивающая с ног и переворачивающая весь мир вверх тормашками волна, нет, цунами эмоций и внутренней боли.
Я единственная, кто видит здесь безумную МОЛЬБУ в его глазах?..
Все, простите, я кончился как человек и уже не способен на анализ. Сейчас я соберусь и напишу что-нибудь осмысленное. Хотя нет, вру... никогда я не напишу здесь что-нибудь осмысленное. Никогда.
“ – and do you know when that day will be? The day nobody cares about the answer.”URL записи
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