:45:05
"Occupied in observing
Mr. Bingley's attentions
to her sister,
:45:10
Elizabeth was far
from suspecting
:45:13
that she was herself b-becoming
an object of some interest
:45:18
in the eyes
of his friend."
:45:20
"Mr. Darcy had at first
scarcely allowed her
to be pretty."
:45:24
I... wrote.
:45:28
Yes, my darling,
clever cat.
:45:32
You wrote books.
:45:35
Books... I wrote.
:45:38
You wrote novels...
Wonderful novels.
:45:43
I wrote.
:45:47
Such things you wrote...
:45:51
Special things...
secret things.
:46:01
Do you know
many secrets now, Iris?
:46:08
You have shown me a map
of Iris' b-brain world, empty,
:46:14
and tell me that
its hidden mysteries
:46:17
and all the unknown life
in there has gone,
:46:20
has been wiped.
:46:22
How, then, can she say things
of such a terrible lucidity?
:46:28
Which bitterly empty jungle
does that come from?
:46:32
We don't know.
:46:33
Not we.
You... "you" don't know.
:46:35
D-Don't hide, please.
:46:39
Is it not
r-remotely possible
:46:43
that what Iris says is
of some c-consequence, yes?
:46:49
Yes, perhaps.
:46:51
So, perhaps, we ought to
l-learn her language
:46:55
before the lights
go out.
:46:58
The lights will go out.