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: You're the guy in the audience, and I'm the guy on the flying trapeze, who do you think's having more fun? Adam Pierson
: Who do you think will live the longest? Lord Byron
: Who cares? Adam Pierson
: You used to care... there was a time when you were reaching for the heavens. Lord Byron
: There is no Heaven, only an illusion for fools and innocents.
: Do you want a tombstone that reads 'he lived for centuries', or one that says 'for centuries, he was alive'? Adam Pierson
: You're not listening to me, I don't want a tombstone.
: Life, my friend, is in the details.
: My task is done. My song has ceased. My theme has died into an echo... It is fit.
: The rivers, lakes and ocean. The tides were in their grave. The moon their mistress, had expired before. The winds were withered in the stagnant air... why are you limping Polidori? John Polidori
: I have twisted my ankle, my Lord. Lord Byron
: Well, congratulations. At last you've managed to be like me. Although, in precisely the way I would least liker to be like Lord Byron. Vanity leads men to imitate other men, and poetry to imitate itself. Do you know what the finest poem would be? It would be the poem that gave life to matter, by force of imagination alone. Mary Shelley
: It would be horrible! Percy Bysshe Shelley
: Do you know that the best our scientists can do, is to make a dead worm wriggle in a glass jar. Claire Clairmont
: And what does our doctor think about all this? John Polidori
: That the imagination only creates things that are dead, although they may sometimes be beautiful. And that science only discovers new ways of killing. Claire Clairmont
: Good heavens, my Lord! Where did you find your bedside doctor? Lord Byron
: Queen of England recommended him to me. John Polidori
: My dramatic works had a certain curative effect on her, but my medical prescriptions made her vomit.
: Yesterday I said something to Claire, which I would like to say to you personally. Mary Shelley
: I know, Claire told me. But I would not mind hearing it again. Lord Byron
: I merely wished to say how much I like you, Mary. And Shelley. John Polidori
: I was just saying to Mr. Shelley that it would be a good idea to read horror stories during the evenings. Fiction is by far the best vaccine against reality. Lord Byron
: It is a very good idea, Polidori. But I propose that in honor of Shelley, instead of vaccinating ourselves against reality, we should invent it anew. Mary was just promising me that she is going to write a horror story. Each one of us will write the most horrifying tale that he or she can imagine. And we shall demonstrate that reality is always even more horrifying. Claire Clairmont
: Letters are the most horrifying for me, and sometimes they can be more appalling than reality. John Polidori
: Right. When do we start, tomorrow? Lord Byron
: Tomorrow. Shelley I feel certain that you will want to go to the Castle of Chillon, and there we shall really be able to contemplate the horror of this world.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
: But it is only a castle. The horror is in the minds of men that make it a symbol of oppression. Lord Byron
] Do you really believe that men invented horror? I believe it is rather that men are a horrifying invention. What existed before men? Horror. What will still exist when men are gone? Horror. Believe me, my dear Shelley; horror is the only reality which sustains our existence.
: I had a dream, which was not at all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars did wander darkling in the eternal space; rayless and pathless. And the icy Earth swung blind and blackening in the moonless air. Morn came and went,,, and came... and brought no day.
Dr. John William Polidori
: I have written a play. I think it quite good. Lord Byron
: Do shut up, John.
: To the rights of women, whatever they are? Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
: They are quite simple really; To develop our minds, and control our bodies.
: Are you not concerned for your sister? Claire Clairmont
: It is your terror I come to witness. Lord Byron
] Lord Byron
[looking out the window at a thunderstorm
] Lord Byron
: How beautifully dramatic! The cruelest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without.
[turns to face Mary and Percy Shelley, both seated
] Lord Byron
: And we three. We elegant three within. I should like to think that an irate Jehovah was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head. The unbowed head of George Gordon, Lord Byron. England's greatest sinner. But I cannot flatter myself to that extent. Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley. Heavens applause for England's greatest poet. Percy Shelley
: What of my Mary? Lord Byron
: She's an angel. Mary Shelley
: You think so?
: Well, whatever your purpose may have been, my dear, I take great relish in savoring each separate horror. I roll them over on my tongue.
: And here I thought you that contradiction in terms: an intelligent woman!
: What's the first course? Byron
: Your lips. Claire Clairmont
: Second course? Byron
: Your body. Claire Clairmont
: Dessert? Byron
: Your soul!
[About the hairdryer a stylist is using on him
] Screaming Lord Byron
: I've got a teensy weensy little headache, and I wonder if you might switch that thing OFF... until I finish passing out, thank you.
Lord George Gordon Byron
: The trouble with most men of superior intellect is their pride. And a proud man can be just as foolish as a fool.
: Men and women should refrain from enjoying each other. By that I mean to say, even their mutual glances must be free of all suggestion of carnality. Lord Byron
: Free of passion? One might as well be free of humanity.
Byron (2003) (TV)
: What did you mean when you said you've done evil? Lord Byron
: Nothing, I was bored.
: [Caroline and Buckham have been watching Byron bare-knuckle boxing
] Haven't seen you about, milord. Lord Byron
: No sir, haven't been about. Lady Caroline Lamb
: Where *have* you been? Lord Byron
: I've been in Turkey. Lady Caroline Lamb
: Turkey? Was Turkey interesting? Lord Byron
: Yes ma'am, very. Buckham
: Was that where you learned to fight like a *savage*? Lord Byron
: No sir, I learned that at Harrow.