Freder:
It was their hands that built this city of ours, Father. But where do the hands belong in your scheme?
Joh Frederson:
In their proper place, the depths.
Maria:
There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.
Maria:
"We shall build a tower that will reach to the stars!" Having conceived Babel, yet unable to build it themselves, they had thousands to build it for them. But those who toiled knew nothing of the dreams of those who planned. And the minds that planned the Tower of Babel cared nothing for the workers who built it. The hymns of praise of the few became the curses of the many - BABEL! BABEL! BABEL! - Between the mind that plans and the hands that build there must be a Mediator, and this must be the heart.
Man at Nightclub:
For her, all seven deadly sins!
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