Lady: | How I loved the view from here... |
George: | I am quite certain that was an open field. |
Lady: | I see towers where there were trees. All the stillness, all the solitude, going. Disappearing all the time. When things were beautiful... |
George: | All things are beautiful, mother. All trees, all towers, beautiful. Pretty isn't beautiful, pretty is what changes. What the eye arranges is what is beautiful. |
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