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ALICE I never had his certainties. I suppose it’s a defect. BILLY KNAPP Oh, I don’t think it is a defect at all. Oh no. Uncertainty——that is appropriate for the matters of this world. Only regarding the next are we vouchsafed certainty. *** I believe certainty regarding that which we see and touch——it is seldom justified, if ever. Down the ages, from our remote past, what certainties survive? And yet we hurry to fashion new ones. Wanting their comfort. (shakes his head) “Certainty”——it is the easy path, just as you said.

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptered sway. It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings; It is an attribute to God Himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this: That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which, if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there."

Mark Wallace: [Joanna has returned from an affair] “Hello.” Joanna Wallace: “Hello.” Mark Wallace: “Well?” Joanna Wallace: [softly, on the verge of tears] “I'm back.” Mark Wallace: “Enjoy yourself?” Joanna Wallace: [nods] “Yes, thank you. But I *missed* you.” [Mark sarcastically rolls his eyes, not believing her] Joanna Wallace: “I *did*.” Mark Wallace: “Why?” Joanna Wallace: “Because he's so serious.” Mark Wallace: “I thought you liked people who were serious.” Joanna Wallace: “But he's *so* serious. Mark Wallace: “Well, I'd better make some funny faces...” Joanna Wallace: [softly] “You don't need to make funny faces.” [Mark gives no response] Joanna Wallace: “Mark, I'm back!” Mark Wallace: “You humiliate me. You humiliate me... and then you come back.” Joanna Wallace: [nods tearfully] “That's right.” Mark Wallace: “Thank God!”

“As it was with him, forgetting will begin with your eyes. Then as with him, it will swallow your voice. Then as with him, it will consume you entirely, little by little. You will become a song.”

Bruce Robertson: “Sometimes it takes a wrongdoer to show you when you are doing wrong. “