"Then you're better suited to the more primitive conditions then either myself or Doctor House." The Doctor gave a rueful smile. "Unfortunately I tend to practice on minor injuries on occasion. But the equipment I use is a bit different, as you can imagine."
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“I say history is mutable. Unless one has been there you have to rely on the tales passed on by those who were. And they very rarely want to paint themselves in an unflattering light. The next generation reshapes it to their own fancy, often denigrating their predecessors, and by the time those alive today are told histories they barely resemble the facts. So who is to say Ozymandias isn’t as much a king as Kubli Kahn. History is full of artistic license, Doctor Adams.” The Doctor offered an amused smile.
“But poetry does seem to last longer than truth. ‘Then let our amorous kisses dwell, On our lips, begin and tell, A Thousand and a hundred score, A hundred and a thousand more, Till another thousand smother, That and that wipe off another.’ It might as well be years and history as kisses being spoke of. Yet the poem remains. Perhaps art is the only truth left this world.” Romana offered, and looked a bit sad at the thought.
“Not so. There still remain honest men, and honest historians. Though most of the educated find straightforward history dull, and lean towards the more romantic. Pilney the elder and the younger have as much beauty and truth as any sonnet.” The Doctor offered.
“You can’t play both sides, Doctor. You were the one telling of the mutability of history. Of time itself.” Romana’s lips curled as if she had scored some victory.
“I can play any side I like! No one set up rules. Tiresome, tedious thing, rules. You’ll have to agree.” The Doctor looked to the present company, and skipped over Byron and Claire a bit quickly. “If I want to argue one way and then another, it just demonstrates my open mind.” The Doctor’s deep baritone sounded slightly indignant.
“Sometimes so open your brain is likely to fall out.” Romana laughed at her friend’s expense. “And even if rules had been set, you’d break them. You like breaking rules far too much.”
“Rules are meant to be broken. Conscience is a far better guide than rules. Rules are for those with no conscience.” The Doctor countered.
Romana looked to Mary. “You could say we are well traveled. We’ve been much farther than most. But travel has its own pitfalls. Sometimes sameness and routine have their own appeal. To surround yourself with the familiar offers more comfort.”
“Now who’s getting maudlin? If you want boredom and sameness I’d be happy to take you home. Cloistered away above it all. Travel broadens the mind as well as the horizons.” The Doctor countered. “Get the man to take you somewhere. Italy’s nice this time of year.”
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[Doctor] Revelry and Remembrances (tag Methos)
Date: 2006-05-22 12:08 am (UTC)******************
“I say history is mutable. Unless one has been there you have to rely on the tales passed on by those who were. And they very rarely want to paint themselves in an unflattering light. The next generation reshapes it to their own fancy, often denigrating their predecessors, and by the time those alive today are told histories they barely resemble the facts. So who is to say Ozymandias isn’t as much a king as Kubli Kahn. History is full of artistic license, Doctor Adams.” The Doctor offered an amused smile.
“But poetry does seem to last longer than truth. ‘Then let our amorous kisses dwell, On our lips, begin and tell, A Thousand and a hundred score, A hundred and a thousand more, Till another thousand smother, That and that wipe off another.’ It might as well be years and history as kisses being spoke of. Yet the poem remains. Perhaps art is the only truth left this world.” Romana offered, and looked a bit sad at the thought.
“Not so. There still remain honest men, and honest historians. Though most of the educated find straightforward history dull, and lean towards the more romantic. Pilney the elder and the younger have as much beauty and truth as any sonnet.” The Doctor offered.
“You can’t play both sides, Doctor. You were the one telling of the mutability of history. Of time itself.” Romana’s lips curled as if she had scored some victory.
“I can play any side I like! No one set up rules. Tiresome, tedious thing, rules. You’ll have to agree.” The Doctor looked to the present company, and skipped over Byron and Claire a bit quickly. “If I want to argue one way and then another, it just demonstrates my open mind.” The Doctor’s deep baritone sounded slightly indignant.
“Sometimes so open your brain is likely to fall out.” Romana laughed at her friend’s expense. “And even if rules had been set, you’d break them. You like breaking rules far too much.”
“Rules are meant to be broken. Conscience is a far better guide than rules. Rules are for those with no conscience.” The Doctor countered.
Romana looked to Mary. “You could say we are well traveled. We’ve been much farther than most. But travel has its own pitfalls. Sometimes sameness and routine have their own appeal. To surround yourself with the familiar offers more comfort.”
“Now who’s getting maudlin? If you want boredom and sameness I’d be happy to take you home. Cloistered away above it all. Travel broadens the mind as well as the horizons.” The Doctor countered. “Get the man to take you somewhere. Italy’s nice this time of year.”