The Master (themasterreborn) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-07-24 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | oldmanmethos, themasterreborn |
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The Doctor slid down next to the Master on a couch in the lobby, and rested his chin on his shoulder, "Whatcha reading?"
The Master flipped back a few a paged and read outloud,
"I, with my inflexible Platonism,
my fierce seeing of only one thing at a time:
I ruled against the indefinite article.
And yet, the mistakes of my youth
made me hopeless, because they repeated themselves,
as is commonly true.
But in you I felt something beyond the archetype--
a true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth
utterly alien to my nature. To my credit,
I blessed my good fortune in you.
Blessed it absolutely, in the manner of those years.
And you in your wisdom and cruelty
gradually taught me the meaninglessness of that term."
"Ooh, nice," the Doctor said appreciatively. "Don't know it, though."
"For shame. Louise Gluck, American poet laureate. Not read?" The Master poked at him, not looking up from his book.
"Haven't quite read everything yet. Check, by the way."
The Master looked up at that, eyes narrowed. The Doctor grinned hugely, whispered something his ear, and hopped back up as quickly as he'd sat down.
"You are not winning," the Master informed him, firmly.
"I so, so am," the Doctor taunted sumgly, walking backwards away from the couch. And then he took off.