-He should be fixed. I’ve no attachment really, but it isn’t right.
>Great edifices need great repair Captain.
-He is in your custody now. I release him, do what you will.
>If you want release I suggest you cry. When he is better he will seek you out. Twixt all night and morn.
-He is very damaged isn’t he?
>His body can be fixed. His lusts are incurable i’m afriad.
-This is a vicious life Ms. Dr.
>Circumstances support that.
-He’s an appetite for wrong doing but he came by it accidentally, yes??
>Here’s a blood rag Captain, polish your moral pedestal if you like. Do you want him fixed?
-We can dream that he might come out a better man.
>A third of life is passed in sleep. Why not dream.
-And if he dies?
>Well he’ll have to fly without his wings. These arms are no good.
-You’ve an immaterial delight from all of this don’t you?
>Why be so anxious about a limb? There are others about. Have you any arctic ice to pack the wound?