I conjure you, by that which you profess,
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.
Speak.
Demand.
We'll answer --
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gordon why haven't you posted anything yet about how crummy the show was? and how totally sub par jean luc piccard was? but that blood projection on the wall...how cool was that? and that little tv?
speak.
I demand.
I want answers!
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