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ratbastid · 05-07-2008, 03:00 PM

Well where the heck is my copy of From Hell? I know exactly where my Watchmen is...

I know the scene you're talking about, I think. When the Masons haul him in to answer for himself?

EDIT: Found it! Stand by.

Okay, here you go:

Mason: Knight of the East, you stand accused of mayhems that have placed our brotherhood in jeopardy, before your peers, masons and doctors both.

Gull: I have no peers here present.

Mason: What?

Gull: I fancy that you understand me, sir. There is no man amongst you fit to judge the almighty Art that I have wrought. Your rituals are empty oaths you neither understand nor live by. You cite the Great Architect yet would befoul yourselves should he address you. But he does NOT address you. Not Westcott there, nor Woodford by his side, for all their mummery. Not Dr. Howard, ever in his cups. And yet he speaks to ME, HE is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged. Not you.

Mason: Sir William, this is insufferable. You do not seem to understand the seriousness of this charge. I fear you are suffering from delusions.

Gull: Indeed? Fear, rather, that I'm NOT. For rather it is YOU that misconstrues our human moment, its significance. Fear rather that in me there is an older troth made finally explicit. Our Dionysiac forbears sought to become instruments of God, a natural force and thus immortal. Behold my architecture: bricks of viscera, with knife as trowel, or...

Mason: Sir William? Are you fit to continue?

Gull: A-Anderson?

Mason: This man is ill. His testimony can be of no further benefit. Return him to his residence while we consider.

Gull: W-which room is this? The white? Or the red?

05-07-2008, 03:00 PM	#3 (permalink)
ratbastid Darth Papa Location: Yonder	Well where the heck is my copy of From Hell? I know exactly where my Watchmen is... I know the scene you're talking about, I think. When the Masons haul him in to answer for himself? EDIT: Found it! Stand by. Okay, here you go: Mason: Knight of the East, you stand accused of mayhems that have placed our brotherhood in jeopardy, before your peers, masons and doctors both. Gull: I have no peers here present. Mason: What? Gull: I fancy that you understand me, sir. There is no man amongst you fit to judge the almighty Art that I have wrought. Your rituals are empty oaths you neither understand nor live by. You cite the Great Architect yet would befoul yourselves should he address you. But he does NOT address you. Not Westcott there, nor Woodford by his side, for all their mummery. Not Dr. Howard, ever in his cups. And yet he speaks to ME, HE is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged. Not you. Mason: Sir William, this is insufferable. You do not seem to understand the seriousness of this charge. I fear you are suffering from delusions. Gull: Indeed? Fear, rather, that I'm NOT. For rather it is YOU that misconstrues our human moment, its significance. Fear rather that in me there is an older troth made finally explicit. Our Dionysiac forbears sought to become instruments of God, a natural force and thus immortal. Behold my architecture: bricks of viscera, with knife as trowel, or... Mason: Sir William? Are you fit to continue? Gull: A-Anderson? Mason: This man is ill. His testimony can be of no further benefit. Return him to his residence while we consider. Gull: W-which room is this? The white? Or the red? Last edited by ratbastid; 05-07-2008 at 03:45 PM..