[For a moment, England looks like he's almost about to cry.]
...Brooke. Of course it would be Brooke. Subtle, they are not.
[He's silent for a long moment, then clears his throat.]
Well, bugger that for a lark. I have no intention of leaving any area of this pit forever England. And save for Milton, all of these poems should make it clear that we're still around, even after death. Death, thou shalt die indeed.
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...Brooke. Of course it would be Brooke. Subtle, they are not.
[He's silent for a long moment, then clears his throat.]
Well, bugger that for a lark. I have no intention of leaving any area of this pit forever England. And save for Milton, all of these poems should make it clear that we're still around, even after death. Death, thou shalt die indeed.