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.