Tamara: It was all so long ago. What has their world to do with you?
Paracelsus: Their world is mine by rights. I made them. I taught them. But... they have lessons yet to learn.
Tamara: What kind of lessons?
Paracelsus: Poetry lessons. (recites from "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold)
For the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new.
Hath really no joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and fight
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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