one: ‘old on.
too: Let me speak.
one: carry on, then.
too: Let me first begin with a list of things that you ought to consider.
one: ‘ang on. why should you speak first? […] are you some sort of wizard?
too: This is how it begins. You’re alone by the brook listening to a skylark.
one: a wo’…?
too: A sky-lark.
one: you’re balmy. goin’ on about a wo’…?
too: I am not a wizard. But I want you […] to listen carefully. See it – in your inner mind – you’re not listening.
one: i’m cross, that’s what i am. I — am annoyed. I’m furious. And you’re going on […]
too: That is forbidden. You can be cross, but no ennui, s’il te plait.
one: what’s that thing you said about a skylark? What’s a skylark?
too: That’s a bird. Singing soothing tunes into your seeping brains. Now.
one: I honestly think you should stop talking. My head ‘urts. And the frog-speak??
too: Hello? Are you there at all? If you’re hurting, look up at the skies.
one: I am hurting. Hang on, are you really a wizard? Can you help me? Why didn’t you let me speak?
too: Too late now, your time is up.
one: I’m cold. I thought you’d help me.
too: Then again, you are not cold anymore, are you?
one: Yes, I bloody am.
too: Always quibbling, always were, always will.