Septimus:
When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.
Thomasina:
Then we will dance. Is this a waltz?
Septimus:
When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.
Thomasina:
Then we will dance. Is this a waltz?
Valentine:
And everything is mixing the same way, all the time, irreversibly . . .
Septimus:
Oh, we have time, I think.
Valentine:
. . . till there’s no time left. That’s what time means.
Valentine:
And everything is mixing the same way, all the time, irreversibly . . .
Septimus:
Oh, we have time, I think.
Valentine:
. . . till there’s no time left. That’s what time means.