‘The King,’ Will cried, ‘is my master and bathed in the chrism of the Lord God.’

But when this attaching force is present in a nature not of brutish unmodifiableness, but of a human dignity that can risk itself safely, it may even result in a devotedness not unfit to be called divine in a higher sense than the ancient.

The world instantly dissolved into a series of technicolored bubbles and, try as she might, Holly couldn't seem to hold on to more than one thought.

WILLIAM: You don't like me better? CLARA: Indeed I do. WILLIAM (laughing): Well, what a dear girl it is. CLARA (flinging her arms around his neck with suddenly disclosed passion): Oh, I do love you!