:11:03
In your letter,
you said an urgent matter.
:11:06
I must say, you're handsomer
than your photograph in the paper...
:11:09
...without that awful paraphernalia
you doctors wear.
:11:12
Your son's favourite colour, white.
:11:15
Such extraordinary eyes.
:11:18
So like his. You must...
:11:21
I almost said, "You must meet
my son Sebastian." Force of habit.
:11:25
Is he the son who died?
:11:27
Yes, last July, in Europe.
:11:29
He must have been young to die.
:11:30
All poets...
:11:32
...whatever age they may seem
to others, die young.
:12:06
- It's unexpected.
- Like the dawn of creation.
:12:10
It was Sebastian's idea.
:12:12
Part of his lifelong war
against the herbaceous border.
:12:16
Not unlike a well-groomed jungle
and, frankly, a little terrifying.
:12:20
So was creation.
:12:21
So is creation.
Listen to them buzz, buzz.
:12:25
What's in there?
:12:26
This way, before our poor lady
dies of hunger.
:12:29
The Latin names to the plants
are printed on tags...
:12:32
...attached to them,
but the print's fading.
:12:34
Those ones there
are the oldest plants on earth.
:12:37
Survivors from the age
of the giant fern forest.
:12:41
And here's my poor lady.
:12:44
They never get away.
:12:45
The lady exudes this marvellous
perfume which attracts them.
:12:50
They plunge into her chalice.
And they never come out.
:12:54
This operation
you perform is called...?
:12:58
Lobotomy.
:12:59
- That's an unusual...
- I hate these flies.