Arthur: Orval,
Orval: Yes, sir.
Arthur: I have ruminated about this for days. I believe I am going to fulfill my promise to father today. I shall marry Lady Genevieve.
Orval: Oh, well let me be the first to offer my condolences.
Arthur: Condolences? How is an engagement a sorrowful occasion?
Orval: Your self government’s rule concludes and a woman replaces it. Of course you will end each predicament with your ruling, but seduction is a thorn in a mans side.
Arthur: Orval, when were you married?
Orval: I wasn’t. I served young lovers once. The man was a prestige lawyer, but to be frank, his wife ran his being into the firm earth until he favored her choice. A once robust man, willed and wise, became a weak, gentle giant that was pushed to …show more content…
Arthur: Both being organic in nature and may pose a threat to society.
Genevieve: How does a foot pose a threat to society?
Jack: How does the sole of the foot correspond with the soul of a being? Both, in fact, are not organic in nature. One is composed of meat and bone, the other is what our purpose resides in. Furthermore, that statement is proved to be untrue.
Arthur: What is truth?
Genevieve: Good God.
Arthur: Isn’t truth just a figment of our imagination of which entitlement rests its thieving head. Or is it a flowering meadow of which justice blooms it flower in the face of a conspiring sun who beams down rays of facts of reality and certainty of belief. Or is it the sincerity, or the candor, or the frankness in the face of trivial moments of doubt.
Eleanor: The second!
Arthur: It’s truly up to you, my dearest Eleanor. May the fog rise up to the heavens and dissipate the doubt of the truest truth.
Jack: How on this deranged earth can a man explicate and conversate exquisite thoughts like you can?
Arthur: I was dropped on my head.
Eleanor: I beg your pardon.
Arthur: My nurse, of my earliest days, Eliza, took me into her arms at the ripe age of just a few moments of life and was startled by something unimportant for some odd, particular reason. Anyways, I landed right on my head, a scar on the crown of my head proves my tale as …show more content…
Now that the facts are straightened and opinions are voiced, shall I propose you a question?
Jack: Propose what you will, Arthur. Propositions are always suggested.
Arthur: I shall suggest a thrilling proposition then, Genevieve?
Genevieve: Yes, Arthur. What quips do you have equipped for my ears to hear?
Arthur: How does one propose one’s own words to such a glorious mind?
Genevieve: Try.
Jack: I sense a fire between them. The flames shall rises,
Eleanor: And burn down the house.
Jack: To burn quick is to knock one’s wall down, swiftly. She is the fire that lit his wood. She is the fire in his Netherlands.
Eleanor: Go pray to the Lord for forgiveness.
Jack: Forgive is what I will always request, but if I shall receive is a whirlwind the good Lord will bestow upon at the moments of death.
Eleanor: What a beautiful image that will always be ingrained in my head.
Jack: The wood or death?
Genevieve: What large broad voice he may have to give, even in the quietest of moments.
Arthur: Yes, it’s quite particular in times of secrecy.
Genevieve: So to further this conversation and have your lips propose this proposition that you have tried so effortlessly to propose….
Arthur: Ah yes, but to mock me, my dear, is to shame
Orval: Yes, sir.
Arthur: I have ruminated about this for days. I believe I am going to fulfill my promise to father today. I shall marry Lady Genevieve.
Orval: Oh, well let me be the first to offer my condolences.
Arthur: Condolences? How is an engagement a sorrowful occasion?
Orval: Your self government’s rule concludes and a woman replaces it. Of course you will end each predicament with your ruling, but seduction is a thorn in a mans side.
Arthur: Orval, when were you married?
Orval: I wasn’t. I served young lovers once. The man was a prestige lawyer, but to be frank, his wife ran his being into the firm earth until he favored her choice. A once robust man, willed and wise, became a weak, gentle giant that was pushed to …show more content…
Arthur: Both being organic in nature and may pose a threat to society.
Genevieve: How does a foot pose a threat to society?
Jack: How does the sole of the foot correspond with the soul of a being? Both, in fact, are not organic in nature. One is composed of meat and bone, the other is what our purpose resides in. Furthermore, that statement is proved to be untrue.
Arthur: What is truth?
Genevieve: Good God.
Arthur: Isn’t truth just a figment of our imagination of which entitlement rests its thieving head. Or is it a flowering meadow of which justice blooms it flower in the face of a conspiring sun who beams down rays of facts of reality and certainty of belief. Or is it the sincerity, or the candor, or the frankness in the face of trivial moments of doubt.
Eleanor: The second!
Arthur: It’s truly up to you, my dearest Eleanor. May the fog rise up to the heavens and dissipate the doubt of the truest truth.
Jack: How on this deranged earth can a man explicate and conversate exquisite thoughts like you can?
Arthur: I was dropped on my head.
Eleanor: I beg your pardon.
Arthur: My nurse, of my earliest days, Eliza, took me into her arms at the ripe age of just a few moments of life and was startled by something unimportant for some odd, particular reason. Anyways, I landed right on my head, a scar on the crown of my head proves my tale as …show more content…
Now that the facts are straightened and opinions are voiced, shall I propose you a question?
Jack: Propose what you will, Arthur. Propositions are always suggested.
Arthur: I shall suggest a thrilling proposition then, Genevieve?
Genevieve: Yes, Arthur. What quips do you have equipped for my ears to hear?
Arthur: How does one propose one’s own words to such a glorious mind?
Genevieve: Try.
Jack: I sense a fire between them. The flames shall rises,
Eleanor: And burn down the house.
Jack: To burn quick is to knock one’s wall down, swiftly. She is the fire that lit his wood. She is the fire in his Netherlands.
Eleanor: Go pray to the Lord for forgiveness.
Jack: Forgive is what I will always request, but if I shall receive is a whirlwind the good Lord will bestow upon at the moments of death.
Eleanor: What a beautiful image that will always be ingrained in my head.
Jack: The wood or death?
Genevieve: What large broad voice he may have to give, even in the quietest of moments.
Arthur: Yes, it’s quite particular in times of secrecy.
Genevieve: So to further this conversation and have your lips propose this proposition that you have tried so effortlessly to propose….
Arthur: Ah yes, but to mock me, my dear, is to shame