Rev. Holland:
No shoes, funny voices. They must be French.
William Wordsworth:
We came to create a revolution of the mind, not to canoodle on a hillock.
John Thelwall:
You have grown such pleasing huge breasts, Sara.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
Anonymous - like Homer, like the hills and clouds themselves!
Sara Coleridge:
So long as Anonymous doesn't collect the fee.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
It's only a mite. It's not as though he created a fully grown Doctor of Philosophy or a strapping great ploughboy.
William Wordsworth:
I wandered lonely as a cow...
Dorothy Wordsworth:
Perhaps "cloud" would be better, William.
William Wordsworth:
Albatrosses have nothing to do with eel fishing! This is another distraction.
William Wordsworth:
You can feed him with ideas and images but I go hungry.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
It's not the opium - it's my mind. I spend every day trying not to think.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
They will always be remembered... when I am dead and all my words are dust.
Sara Coleridge:
What is it? What have you written?
Robert Southey:
It's a story for the children. Called "The Three Bears".
Robert Southey:
Sam, opium is not your worst addiction. Your worst addiction is to Wordsworth.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
