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[inspirational music]

[wind blowing]

[birds chirping]

[bell tolling in distance]

[horse clopping]

[music continues]

[Carolyn] Full disclosure,

when I charted the course of my life

and set off for the distant horizon,

this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Aristotle had this idea, that man is teleological.

We're driven by a goal, a telos.

For as long as I could remember,

my destination was never in question.

I knew exactly where I was going.

Or so I thought.

But that was before Oxford.

That was before everything changed.

[woman] You understand this is a highly coveted program, Carolyn.

One of the defining characteristics of our students

is ambition, a sense of a higher calling.

[man] Tell us, Carolyn, what do you want most in life?

[young Carolyn] My teacher says the problem is unsolvable.

[man] Well, clearly she doesn't know who she's dealing with.

But what if I can't do it?

I don't know any other kid that read the Iliadat seven.

Six. The Odysseyat seven.

[chuckles]

You've been given a gift, kiddo.

[chuckles]

Knowledge is power.

[gentle music]

Mark it out.

- ["Christmas Eve In My Home Town" by Eddie Fisher] - ♪ And there were carols... ♪

Okay.

Okay, ready.

♪ Laughter everywhere ♪

♪ Couples kissing under the mistletoe ♪

♪ I can't help reminiscing ♪

- [man talking indistinctly over the phone] - ♪ Knowing I'll be missing ♪

- No-- - ♪ Christmas Eve in my hometown ♪

No. No!

[loud clatter]

♪ ...can erase ♪

♪ Memories I embrace ♪

♪ Those familiar... ♪

[Carolyn] In one moment, my entire world imploded.

- ♪ There's so much... ♪ - The father I knew,

- the man I trusted with my life... - [loud heartbeat]

...was an elaborate work of fiction.

[newscaster] Local businessman Charles Drake was arraigned today

on multiple felony charges.

[Carolyn] While Mom prayed the rosary,

I moved on from childish things.

There was no mystical intervention. Only knowledge.

Can you think of a time when you wanted to click your ruby slippers and go home?

The slippers are silver, not ruby.

They're silver in the book, ruby in the movie.

Doesn't matter what color they are.

Unless, like the movie, you want to ignore

the obvious political allegory at the heart of the novel.

It's clearly a debate with the gold standard, hence the silver slippers.

It's a fable. Okay?

- Fantasy. - About politics in the early 20th century.

- That's enough. Thank you. - But we're talking about the book.

[Carolyn] So if you asked me about my higher calling,

what I wanted most in life,

I could say with full confidence...

A doctorate.

[inspirational music]

[Carolyn] I doubled down.

I was the consummate overachiever.

I breezed through high school without breaking a sweat.

As Swinburne said, "Glory to man in the highest for man is master of things."

That was not a part of the assigned reading list.

What do you want me to say?

With Dad out of the picture and Mom back to work full-time,

we were barely scraping by.

So I picked up the slack.

And, and a Dr Pepper's.

The parmesan thing is ours.

- Yeah-- - Okay. Uh, anything else, guys?

- Couple of things come to mind. - [laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

Assholes.

College came in the form of a full undergraduate scholarship

so long as I maintained straight As in all courses every year for four years.

[loud pop music]

[indistinct shouting]

Cool.

In short, Donne's Holy Sonnet 14

is a classic subversion by the dominant patriarchy,

whether it be the church or the male construction of God,

of the threat posed by maternal power or the feminine spiritus.

Thank you.

Impressive as usual. You presented

a thoughtful analysis of the poem.

But if I may be so bold,

it, it struck me as a grand adventure,

and you're missing the point.

Oh, sorry, I'm confused.

Donne is saying that anything without eternal significance...

...uh, is ultimately doomed to futility.

The truth i-- is in the paradox. Hmm?

Everything else is bullshit.

- Right. - Carol, what I'm saying to you is your purpose in life...

...is to discern the, the real...

...from the bullshit.

[gentle music]

Fortis est veritas.

The truth is strong.

Of course, you know your Latin. You know many things.

"But he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow."

Am I right?

[chuckles]

The truth, indeed...

...is strong, Carol.

And you will know when you are properly ravished by it.

As our friend, Mr. Donne, so eloquently put it.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[laughter on TV]

[music continues]

[Carolyn] This is a letter from the University of Oxford.

[Carolyn's mom] What does it say?

It says I won a scholarship.

When did you apply for a scholarship?

It was Dr. Deveaux's idea.

But I thought it was a long shot.

"Meritorious scholarship awarded on the basis

of outstanding academic merit."

- I need to think. - "A full ride to Oxford."

- I-- - What is there to think about?

I'm just in shock.

You have every right to be in shock. This is big.

[chuckling] I'm so proud of you.

[Carolyn] It took me about

five seconds to decide.

I was going to Oxford, England,

- for my postgraduate studies. - Okay, well, let's start

with these papers here.

"Society and mingling allowance."

- What does mingling entail? - [Carolyn] I was on track

to get my master's degree in English literature.

But it was up to me to decide what period I wanted to focus on.

I landed on the Romantic writers,

known for their poetic feeling and longing for the infinite.

[inspirational music]

The University of Oxford is not one college.

It's made up of 38 self-governing colleges and six private halls.

I was assigned to Tirian College,

which is roughly 400 years older than America.

The school year is divided into three terms.

Michaelmas, Hilary, and Trinity.

[deeply exhales]

[birds chirping]

[deeply exhales]

So I set off into the great unknown...

...sane and unhaunted...

...and driven by a singular desire.

[inspirational music increases]

[sheep bleating]

[man] Last stop, Oxford.

- Last stop, Oxford. - [gasps]

Oh, sorry.

[man grunting] Bloody hell.

[sighs] What you got in there? Bricks?

Books.

Uh, sorry. Do you know where Tirian College is?

Uh, no.

But you throw a rock around here,

and you'll hit a college.

Right.

[engines rumbling]

[inspirational music]

[bird chirping]

[bell tolling in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[grunts]

[clattering]

Shit. [sighs]

Mm. [exhales]

Those doors, they were built in the 14th century

to keep invaders at bay.

Or at the very least, to trip them up on the way in.

[laughs]

- Name? - [sighs]

- Carolyn Drake. - Oh, Drake!

Postgrad. English.

- I'm impressed. - I'm the porter.

It's my job to know, and it's my pleasure to know.

Mm-mm. Uh, oh.

[soft clatter]

Staircase five, room seven.

- Oh. - Oh.

- [both chuckle] - Welcome to Tirian.

[soft rattling]

[wind blowing]

[sighs and whispers] All right. Oh!

Staircase seven, room five.

No. Staircase five, room seven.

- [heavily breathing] - [thudding]

Bloody hell is Penny?

Um, sorry. I... don't know who Penny is.

She's the accommodation manager. I've got a faulty showerhead,

- the most uneven spray-- - I'm really sorry to hear that.

[sighs]

Did you... just get here now?

Yeah. Sorry. Uh, Carolyn.

- Edward. Sorry, sorry. [awkwardly chuckles] - Oh, God.

- Would it be possible to have a shower in your room? - I really don't think

- we're at that point in the relationship. - Hey. Well, neighbors.

So, um, I'll be sure to keep you down at night.

You know, frequent lodgers... [sighs]

...at the Edwardian Palace.

Oh, God. Okay. Yeah, I, uh, I really appreciate that.

Thanks so much.

The more the merrier, I say.

[door closes]

[sighs] Lovely.

[sighs]

[vice chancellor] Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure

as Vice Chancellor to admit you

as members of the University of Oxford.

I consent to you that you are now listed as members

and must observe the university's statutes in so far as they concern you.

And if I may impart some advice,

you have before you a period of freedom

- in which to pursue your chosen... - Linnea.

- ...field of study. - Carolyn.

It is a rare and coveted privilege.

So do make the very most of your time here.

Good luck to you all.

[inspirational music]

[indistinct chatter]

First time in the UK?

- What gave it away? - The stars in your eyes.

I'm Hannah.

Carolyn. Caro.

[soft pouring]

You can come a little closer. I'm not gonna bite, love.

Oh, but I might.

Oh. O-- okay. [chuckle]

[chuckles] Pardon me.

Thanks, guys. [chuckle]

I'll just take that-- [mumbling]

You don't happen to have a spare plate, do you?

[banging]

[speaking Latin]

Regina Knight. First female provost of Tirian.

Only took several centuries.

- Amen. - [all] Amen.

Amen.

[indistinct chatter]

So what do you plan to do with a degree in Indian Religion?

My hope is to open a charity one day.

But in the meantime, I plan to go back to Kolkata.

There's a mission there and they're always looking for help at the orphanage.

What about you?

Well...

...I suppose I'll be braving the violent waters of academia.

Have your sights set on the high table, do you, Professor Carolyn?

[choir singing]

[bell tolling]

- [Father] I believe in God... - ...believe in God...

[all] ...the Father, the Almighty,

Maker of Heaven and Earth,

and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, Our Lord.

Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost,

born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, dead, and buried.

[paper rustling]

- [rattling] - [grunts]

She has a habit of rearranging things when I'm not looking.

Been doing it for years, the saucy minx.

Who?

Amelia Kantor.

And the delicate equilibrium is restored.

Take a seat.

[loudly] Take a seat!

Today begins what I hope will be an enlightening study

of the women Romanticist writers.

Good God. Is, is the sun beating down on your face inside the room?

- [softly chuckles] - Despite being repressed by a male-dominant society,

these writers produced work that continues to inspire

and provoke today.

Well, Romance isn't just going to happen

if you keep your books shut.

Open, open, open them, my little roses, my... thorn.

Frankensteinby Mary Shelley.

Let's begin.

[indistinct chatter]

[horn distantly honking]

[Hannah softly] Professor Rutledge is infamously superstitious.

Bit of a spiritualist, I've heard.

Who is Amelia Kantor, anyway?

She was a student here in the '40s.

In the what?

In the '40s.

No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

We have a strict no-ink policy.

- The books must be protected at all costs. - Oh.

- If you must use ink, you must use the ink station. - Okay, yeah. I didn't know

- that there was-- - I am assuming that since you've been accepted

into this hallowed place of learning,

you have managed to master the basic principles

of reading and writing. Mm?

In which case you will see, in black and white,

the rules, which are perfectly clear.

So if you would kindly put the offensive weapon

back in its holster and out of harm's way...

[Carolyn] Right.

We can all live to write another day.

Yes? Very good.

Thank you. Very good.

[all softly chuckling]

[upbeat music]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

- Are you gonna read that all night? - If I have to.

But you're missing out on this great party.

[Carolyn] Yeah, it's a real rager.

Drink up, ladies.

- [Carolyn] What is it? - Buck's fizz.

- Looks like you're in. - I think it's about time Dr. Drake loosened up.

I second that notion.

Just one drink.

Cheers, ladies.

[gentle music playing]

[Carolyn] I guess I do understand, actually, why it's so important,

- because those books are priceless. - [man] Mm-hmm.

And I-- what if one of them got damaged, you know?

What, what, what happens then? And McGrath was a compromise. And there was just thos--

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, how long have I been talking?

[chuckles] Uh, a good while now.

Mm.

Oh, your, your friends, they, um, signaled to you before they left.

Uh, uh... signaled?

Yeah, they went, um--

Like that.

- Oh, God, I gotta go. Where's my bag? - Uh, your bag...

- Where's my bag? - ...is right here.

- That, that's my bag. - [clatters]

- Whoa. Okay. - No, no, no, no, no. Shit, shit.

- It's fine, it's fine. I got it. It's fine. - Okay.

- I think we can leave that. That's fine. - It's fine.

I, I should walk you back, right?

I... [sighs] I'm fine.

Are you sure?

- I'm gonna get my coat. - Okay.

[man] Your mom, have you talked to her since you got here?

- What do you know about my mom? - Well, quite a bit, actually.

You were going on and on and on... and on.

Okay. Stupid buck fuzz.

Well, I don't have the... [hiccups] international...

- ...phone plans. Yeah. - Y-- you don't have international phone plans.

You have a computer though. You could probably use that, right?

It's old.

How old?

It's, like, this thick.

That's pretty old.

Yeah. I'm not particularly... [hiccups] tech-savvy.

- Books are my thing. - Yeah, mine too.

I could help you out with your computer if you'd like.

I don't need your help.

Okay. It's optional.

Hmm.

So... this is you.

I'm not inviting you into my room.

Okay. Um, I guess I'll see you at breakfast.

I'll see you at lunch.

Who are you, anyway?

[Linnea] TDH.

- TD what? - TDH. Tall, dark and handsome.

- [chuckles] - You left out annoying.

Yes, you seemed very annoyed at being lost in his eyes. Hmm.

[sighs]

Good afternoon.

Um...

- ...you're Hannah? - Yes.

- [man] And Linnea, right? - Yes.

I'm Kent.

Uh, so I found this copy of Waverly

in a pitcher of buck's fizz. I've tried to dry it out

as best I could, but most of the pages, they're still stuck together.

- I'm sorry. - [sighs]

Also, I am free tomorrow.

Uh...

For your computer.

Right. No, that's, uh-- I'm fine.

No, that's all right. I got time.

Say, 11:00?

Uh, I need to, I need to check my schedule--

- She's free. - She would love to.

Okay. Great. I'll see you, chapel quad, 11:00 a.m.

Hmm.

Oh, and it was nice to see you guys again.

- Bye. - Bye.

[Kent] See you.

What is that?

- His room. - [chuckles] Mm.

Oh, for the love of God, can somebody just please hand me an aspirin?

[sharply exhales]

[Kent] So that's how I landed in Political Science.

So strange to think it's my last year.

What are you reading? You're reading English, right?

Uh, yeah.

[light rock music playing]

Yeah. You want some more coffee?

Um, okay.

Let me see. Yeah, still warm.

[coffee pouring]

- [sighs] - [cell phone vibrates]

[Kent] I don't have any milk, as you know, but...

...um, I really have to go out and get some cream or milk.

[coffee pouring]

I mean, it's pretty good.

- I don't have a fridge, so... - [clatters]

Oh. Are you going somewhere?

Um... [clears throat] yeah, yeah.

I just, you know, I just, I just remembered that--

I told Linnea I was gonna, I was gonna, um,

do something with her today, and I...

- Okay. - ...completely forgot that it was this, this, this th--

- Are you sure you're okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And thank you so much for your assistance.

[door closes]

My assistance?

Oh, holy shit.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

- Oh! - Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

You're in an awful hurry, Miss Drake.

I'm Regina Knight.

I, I-- Yes. Yeah, I mean, I, I, I know.

I'm so very happy to have you here at Tirian.

Perhaps we can talk more at length sometime.

Uh, that would be great.

Until then.

[bird chirping]

Oh, my God.

[footsteps running]

- Three, two, and time. - ...wait, wait, wait, wait, I--

Of all the antecedents to the great Romantic writers,

Sir Walter Scott is perhaps the most renown.

I am a descendant of this great literary mind,

a fact of which I am most proud.

- Let us look at his poem, - [sighs and mumbles]

The Lay of the Last Minstrel,

which arguably introduced Romanticism to the world.

"Breathes there a man with soul so dead,

but never to himself hath said, 'This is my own...

...my native land'."

[door closes]

[Professor Nuttham] Would it be wishful thinking to assume that some of you

have learned the first 83 lines of Paradise Lostby heart?

You are studying the Romantics, are you not?

And you cannot hope to understand them without John Milton.

True, he predates Blake, Wordsworth and Coleridge by a hundred years,

but his shadow looms over them.

And it is my distinct privilege

to see that you are fully acquainted with him.

[door opens]

- [panting] I'm so sorry. - [Professor Nuttham] Mr. Weber.

"Of man's first disobedience...

...and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death

into the world and all our woe."

[indistinct chatter]

Caro. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I thought you were studying Political Science.

I am studying Political Science.

- Milton's an elective. - [scoffs]

Look, my friend Alex was trying to help me--

- Get laid? I think that's the term you're looking for. - No, that's actually pretty fa--

Godly virgin's a bit of a high standard,

but you know what, to each their own. I just don't see us

being friends after all, which is such a shame.

Carolyn--

- Hi. Oh. - Hi, Mom. Oh, my gosh.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

As you can see, I'm here in my palatial dwelling.

Are you eating enough? You look thin. Why do you look so thin?

- Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. - How is Oxford?

Is it everything you dreamed it would be?

- Yeah, it's amazing. - I wanna hear everything.

Start from the beginning.

[porter] Of course, he intended to rule from Oxford

once he'd conquered the rest of Europe.

- Mm-hmm. - Potent image that is.

Imagine the Fuührer walking down the high street

with his devilish retinue.

Yeah, that is a potent image. Imagine that.

If you were just strolling down that way...

- [sighs] - ...it'd be quite a--

Oh. Good talk.

[light rock music playing]

Wow.

Surprised you showed.

Chalk it up to morbid curiosity.

I'll take it.

I just ordered another pint.

- Would you like to order one? - Yes. Thanks.

Or you can have mine. I was about to suggest.

[indistinct chatter]

I feel like I owe you an explanation.

You don't owe me anything. We barely know each other.

No, but you think that I'm on some mission

to bed Godly virgins. So if you don't mind,

- I'd like to clarify it. - Okay.

[sharply exhales and softly slurps]

So what's your faith background?

- I don't see how that's relevant. - It will provide context--

- I thought you were providing the context. - I'm trying to provide--

Well, if you must know, my mom's Catholic.

Or was or-- well, I guess she still is.

So you grew up Catholic?

I didn't grow up Catholic. My mom's Catholic-ish.

- So I grew up Protestant, without the "ish." - So less incense

- and more Jerry Falwell. - Okay. How many of us do you actually know, anyway?

Well, I live in the Western Hemisphere, so I would say

- roughly 50% of everyone I've ever met. - 50% of Americans

consider themselves generous, and they're not all volunteering

- at the Salvation Army. - So you're one of the true believers.

That's not how I'd phrase it, but if you mean am I committed,

- then yes. That's one very small aspect of it. - Committed to virginity.

And I wouldn't have brought that up at all if it hadn't been

for the fact that you looked at my phone.

That's a slight invasion of privacy. But look,

- I'm willing to overlook that. - How generous of you.

- Just because I'm-- - Sexually inexperienced.

Chaste.

- Gross. - It doesn't mean

that I'm some weird zealot living out this joyless,

- pleasure-less existence. - If you have to say it.

And for the record, chastity...

...it's not at the top of my list of favorite virtues,

- if you know-- - Wow. You have a list of favorite virtues?

The point I'm trying to make is there are people out there

who are committed to their faith, and they're not horrible to be around.

Well, you should definitely get in touch with them.

And it sounds like you have a promising lead.

Look, Alex only suggested that I meet her

because she shares the same faith as me,

- and she's-- - Undefiled?

[exasperated sigh]

Has anyone ever told you

- that you're incre-- - Bitchy?

Difficult.

- Well, this has been great. - Oh, come on, you haven't touched your--

- Super fun. - Don't go. I'll see you

- at Nuttham's tutorial, right? - Can't wait.

It all seems a bit overruled and heavy-handed to me.

Like Milton is trying to weasel his way

into the lineage of great epic poets.

Oh.

That is a bold theory, Mr. McCoy.

I think it's quite beautiful, but not intended

to be taken literally, of course.

I, I see it as a metaphor for manmade institutions,

government, organized religion, and so forth.

[Professor Nuttham] Mm.

It's a meditation on morality

and the finiteness of human existence.

After all, we have to remember Milton's going blind.

So all this talk of God

is his way of wrestling with his own existential dread.

[scoffs]

Your thoughts, Mr. Weber?

[Kent] Um--

Look, I'm, I'm just in awe of Miss Drake

and her ability to offhandedly dismantle a person's entire worldview.

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I being difficult?

- You're being assumptive. - Oh, do tell.

So you're assuming that Milton's faith

is just a psychological construct, that it's a,

a mental framework to better understand reality.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make

a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven.

And to this great argument, I may assert Eternal Providence

and justify the ways of God to man.

"Methinks the man doth protest too much."

Mm. Oh.

More tea, anyone?

[sighs]

How does someone who believes in talking snakes get into Oxford?

- [Hannah] You realize I'm religious? - Okay, well, you're different.

He's smug. I'm allergic to smug.

"Say first, for heaven hides nothing from thy view."

[sighs] If I'm being honest. I really struggle with William Blake.

How could I have been so wrong about him?

- Blake? - Kent.

I've got to wash my hair. [sniffing]

Oh, fun fact.

India invented shampoo.

Comes from the Sanskrit word champu, which means to massage.

"One restraint, lords of the world besides."

"Every harlot was a virgin once."

Well, what's the problem with being a virgin, anyway?

Nothing. Unless you are one. Mm.

[cutlery clinking]

- You poor creature. - [Hannah] The point is,

we're different, and we're still friends.

Who says I wanna be his friend?

And try Songs Of Experience.

- What? - By Blake. It has some of his more accessible work.

[light rock music playing]

Speaking of devout virgins,

I've a sudden urge to go to confession.

- Father Michael. - Mm. I'd like to visit

his parish in the cover of night.

- Linnea. - [Hannah] Linnea.

- [laughs] - Nobody's safe from you.

He's so dreamy.

["The Christmas I Remember" by The Craig Gildner Sextet playing]

♪ The Christmas I remember ♪

♪ How everything was warm ♪

♪ The winter chill on window sills ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Compliments of the season, you miserable reprobate.

- [coughs] - ♪ We hadn't much between us ♪

♪ Perhaps two gifts at best ♪

♪ A strand of tinsel on the treetop ♪

Excuse me.

Hello, my dear.

- Hi. - You look lovely.

- Let me pour you a sherry. - Thank you.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

What do you know about our guest of honor?

- Oh, Dr. Sterling? - [pouring]

Just that he's a highly respected scientist.

I'm sure the conversation

will prove to be enlightening for all of us.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Can I borrow you for a moment? - Of course. Excuse me.

♪ ...I remember best ♪

♪ Was when you gave your love... ♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

♪ The Christmas I remember ♪

♪ How everything was warm ♪

What are you doing here?

I was invited.

When?

Few days ago.

[sighs]

- By the way, you look-- - Stop.

♪ Perhaps two gifts at best ♪

For the record, I'm... [chuckles]

...I'm not the perfect picture of chastity.

Mm, you really have a way with words.

It's more of a, a well-intentioned attempt

than a reality, if I'm being totally honest.

And if you keep showing up looking like that,

it's not gonna be any easier.

♪ ... to all our friends ♪

♪ Kids caroling outside ♪

It's a bit strange, isn't it?

Being on the other side of the curtain.

♪ With both arms open... ♪

I guess somebody up there likes us.

Cheers.

- [indistinct chatter] - [soft clinking]

The dimension of time continues to confound us.

It slips through our hands.

Dr. Sterling, I'm curious.

Do you believe in a higher consciousness?

Something outside and above the created world.

Oh, for God's sake, Terrence.

- Precisely, Margo. - [Professor Rutledge chuckles]

Everything that I've witnessed in the natural world

seems to operate on a desire to attain...

...equilibrium.

What rises, falls.

What freezes, thaws.

What heats, cools.

If these forces were not in a relationship

of attraction and repulsion,

the axis of the poles would simply cease to spin,

the tides would halt,

the sun would cease to rise and set.

Uh--

Caro, do you want to add something?

[clears throat] I,

I'm not sure I fully understand.

Are you suggesting that those things exist

in perfect relationship?

Well, perfect enough to promote life,

which seems to me to be awfully genuine. [chuckles]

The more I discovered the scientific world,

the more convinced I became

of the astonishing interconnectedness

and brilliancy of its design.

And yet, death has the final word.

[chuckles]

Oh, well, that is a momentary crack

in the equilibrium.

But what if we repair the relationship,

restore the equilibrium?

Because then what lives continues to live forever.

Precisely.

Eternal quest for immortality.

- [chuckles] - Uh, something. Not, uh, immortality per se, but...

...healing.

Holiness.

Even you admit some possibility of life after death, Margo.

[whispering] I mean, it's probably just

a psychological construct, right?

Pass the wine.

Okay.

[door opens]

[choir singing]

You should probably be in bed, Edward.

It's not good for a man to be alone.

[Carolyn sighs]

Well...

[sighs] ...I don't think you have a choice tonight.

[softly] Yeah.

You know...

...autonomy does get damn lonely from time to time.

Happy Christmas, Caro.

Happy Christmas, Edward.

[paper rustling]

- I have such a good idea. - God.

We just start from scratch.

Nothing ever happened. Start over. What do you say?

- For what purpose? - For the purpose of resolving

- that which was left unresolved. - Oh, but perhaps

that which was left unresolved need not be resolved.

But you're forgetting that there's precious little

that cannot be solved over a hot chocolate.

What do you say?

Where are you going?

Do you want a hot chocolate? Do you wanna get a hot chocolate with me?

With you? I'd rather take a cold bath.

You're gonna take a cold bath with me? Okay.

- Hilarious. - [laughs mockingly]

- So why are you in such a hurry? - Well, if you must know,

Provost Knight invited me to dinner.

Provost Knight invited you to dinner.

Wow. I didn't know you guys were so tight.

Mm. Well, there's a lot you don't know about me.

I know. And it's killing me.

- Come on. - Uh-huh.

[indistinct chatter]

[crickets chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

[all] Bill!

- Bill! - [man] Come on, mate.

- Jenny. - [woman] Oh, you're joking.

- [people sighing] - Jenny, you've got to understand.

I believe that God made me for a purpose.

But he also made me fast.

And when I run...

...I feel His pleasure.

- Okay. How would you define pleasure? - Whoa!

- Sorry, what? - Well, you said you don't live a pleasureless life.

- I don't liv-- - And I'm not talking about sex, because, obviously,

- you wouldn't have much to say on that subject. - Okay, thank you.

I'm more talking about the kind of pleasure

that Eric Liddell felt when he ran.

You know, like it was what he was made to do.

Or the feeling you get when you're struck

by the beauty of a poem or the colors of a sunset.

- Okay. - Or I guess, in your case, some mind-numbing

- theological concept. - Okay, I see you're on a roll today.

But it did get me thinking.

When have I felt that? Because I have felt it, or something like it.

But how do you define it? Because...

...happiness is too shallow. Pleasure is too fleeting.

Okay. Let it be noted that a student of the Romantic poets

is struggling to find the adequate vocabulary

to describe an emotional experience.

- I never said it was emotional. - Didn't you?

No, no, it's, it's something else, something...

...deeper.

Okay. Come with me.

[Carolyn] Okay.

[upbeat music]

[Kent] I would agree that happiness is too shallow a word,

and pleasure is...

...is gross, right?

So if I can humbly suggest an alternative--

[upbeat music playing]

[Carolyn] Surprised By Joy.

He stole that from Wordsworth.

Well, then you're in good company.

Well, never associated Lewis with his children's literature.

Well, he was a fellow at Maudlin, and he was the chair

of Renaissance and Medieval Studies at Cambridge.

This is the closest thing we have to an autobiography by him.

- I'll consider it. Yeah. - You'll consider it?

You're not gonna--

You were the one who came to me on a quest for pleasure.

[upbeat instrumental music playing]

[softly] Can I help you?

[sighs]

Fine. If you insist.

[gentle music]

[bell tolling in distance]

[Carolyn] It wasn't horrible.

The bits about joy were interesting.

The idea that joy is distinct from pleasure

and how sex is often used as a substitute for joy.

Which obviously, you wouldn't know anything about that.

But I'm sure you'll learn when you get older.

Do you have any other jokes apart from that one?

He has this way of... [sighs]

...describing things that defy description.

Like his notion of inconsolable longing.

It's quite beautiful, actually.

Yeah, it is.

This guy probably had some deep, unfulfilled desire.

No question. There was yearning in those bones.

["Chopin: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2" playing]

So when has Carolyn Drake felt the stab

of inconsolable longing?

[Carolyn] Um, I don't know.

[Kent] Okay, I'll go first.

Ten years old, I'm in Kansas

for my, my great-grandmother's funeral.

After the service, the stars are coming out.

And I go upstairs, and I jam open this window,

and I sit out there, my legs dangling outside.

And there's this vast cornfield,

and the stalks are blowing in the wind.

And it's like a sea, it's undulating.

And I can...

...I can hear this very faint music.

And it's just echoing, it's very ghostlike, and--

I, I don't know, it just breaks me.

Well, what was the song?

Pour Some Sugar On Me.

[laughs]

[upbeat music playing]

- ...me a drink? - [indistinct chatter]

You're not wearing your collar.

[chuckles] Well, sometimes I like to go undercover.

Mm. Do you?

Well, our... [chuckles] our Lord didn't walk around in priestly vestments after all.

[loudly clears throat]

Father, care to join me in blessing the Irish?

That'd be grand. Thank you, Edward.

[scoffs] Have I said the wrong thing?

I find casually dropping the name of Christ

into the conversation gets an instant reaction.

Mm. And the air is sucked out of the room.

Well, once upon a time, the faithful invoked His name,

- and the air rushed in. - You'll be pleased to know

that Caro is reading C.S. Lewis.

Oh. Take heed.

Some things once read cannot be unread.

Yeah, well, he's proving to be quite the distraction.

- He can do that to you. - Oh, tell me we've ventured out

of the treacherous territory of politics and religion.

Come now, Sir Edward. Tell us where you stand on the son of man.

I stand on the side of a good pint.

Cheers.

"Eat, drink and be merry

- for tomorrow we die." - Good enough for me.

All well and good.

Unless tomorrow we rise.

[growling] Oh, like zombies.

Like real men.

Fully and splendidly alive.

As your new acquaintance, Mr. Lewis puts it.

You lose me at life after death.

Not life after death.

Life abundant, now... and into eternity.

I think we all have very different ideas

on what constitutes an abundant life.

[sighs] Yeah. Come around later,

I'll show you a few of my ideas, love.

Mm. A spiritual experience I'm sure, Edward.

I think so.

"To whom th'Arch-Enemy, and thence in Heav'n call'd Satan,

with bold words breaking the horrid silence thus began."

Oh, excellent enunciation.

On to Mr. McCoy.

[deeply exhales and clears throat]

[clears throat] Um,

if you must know, sir, I've fallen behind a bit.

A lot, actually.

You have a very high opinion of yourself, don't you, Mr. McCoy?

- Well, I-- - Are you perhaps familiar with Pope,

the 18th century English poet?

- I know him. - That's lovely, Miss Duncan,

but I was talking to Mr. McCoy.

Once upon a time, Pope sent a gift

to the Prince of Wales at his house in Kew.

A dog. He wrote a short epigram for the dog's collar.

Do you know it?

"I'm His Highness' dog at Kew.

Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?"

What did Pope mean?

We all bow to something.

Indeed.

We are not, after all, masters of our own fate.

We are not all-knowing, autonomous,

or self-sufficient.

We all, consciously or unconsciously,

bend the knee to something greater than ourselves.

Even you, Mr. McCoy.

Miss Drake?

Um...

...I'm so sorry. I, I could just use a couple more days.

I, I promise it won't happen again.

Shall we say next Thursday?

[sighs] Thank you.

[professor] Lewis frequently wrote

of an inconsolable and infinite longing.

Sehnsuchtin German.

"The longing in the human heart for we know not what."

In his words, "The books or the music

in which we thought the beauty was located

will betray us if we trust to them.

It was not in them. It only came through them.

And what came through them was longing.

For they are not the thing itself.

They're only the scent of a flower we have not found,

the echo of a tune we have not heard,

news from a country we have never yet visited.

All joy reminds."

[gentle music]

[Carolyn] I'm realizing there's a strength to believe.

I just-- I don't know if I have it in me.

Did you know that Lewis was once a skeptic himself?

He considered his friend J.R.R. Tolkien's faith

to be superstitious nonsense.

One more myth

in a long history of myths going back to the ancient world.

One night, uh, they were walking this very path

when Tolkien said something that would change

the trajectory of Lewis's life.

He told him he was correct.

The story is a myth, but it's a true myth.

The thing all the other old stories

were somehow anticipating.

The thing they were pointing to unaware.

Desire behind desire.

Oh!

This is one of my favorite spots.

I often come here to think and pray.

[softly chuckles] I can see why.

[crickets chirping]

You're a smart girl, Caro.

You work hard, read ravenously, think deeply.

You're everything we look for in a student.

But I have known some brilliant people...

...who have lived lives of quiet desperation.

The strength you speak of...

...perhaps you're looking for it in the wrong place.

[Carolyn] So, about the stab of inconsolable longing.

I was eight years old.

My father was...

...gone.

And I was confused and angry, and books were an escape.

[gentle music]

I remember exactly where I was sitting in the corner of my room

when I opened this big volume of poetry

right to Shelley's Mont Blanc.

"The everlasting universe of things

flows through the mind and rolls its rapid waves.

Now dark, now glittering, now reflecting gloom."

And...

...I don't know, I just, I, I remember being overwhelmed

with beauty and sadness,

all in the same moment.

[bell tolling faintly]

Meaning cannot be deciphered in and of itself.

It exists within a system of signs.

Signs which are constantly signifying other signs,

but which are themselves incapable of leading us back

to the source of the sign itself.

- Who made him the authority? - [shushes]

This is why truth can only ever be relative in nature.

We can't know what we don't know.

We are indeed limited

by our own self-referentialities.

So then why should we trust him?

Who is that?

Come on. Don't be shy. Who was it?

Grey cardigan? Yes.

Stand up, please.

[softly sighs]

Would you like to share your thoughts

with the rest of the class, Miss--

- Drake. - Miss Drake.

Please.

Well, you said that truth can only be relative.

But if that's the case, how can I trust you?

Hmm.

Tell me, Miss Drake, are you familiar with the Moro reflex?

The Moro reflex is an infantile response to the sensation of falling.

Indeed.

The infant opens its arms, closes them,

begins crying.

What does this tell us?

- That babies don't like falling. - [soft chuckling]

It tells us that humanity feels the need to cling

to something tangible in the face of distress.

We are, all of us, at the mercy of a combination of instincts,

drives, emotions, reflexes.

Flailing infants in a deterministic universe.

That's actually pretty good, I should write that down.

[soft chuckling]

I don't see how our need to cling to something tangible

in the face of distress proves that nothing is tangible.

- My dear, Miss Drake-- - And maybe you're right.

Maybe we are limited by our self-referentiality.

And if that's the case, then your truth is as valuable as mine

and is worthless.

But... [sighs]

...maybe you're wrong.

Maybe we reach for something or...

...desire something because that something is there...

...beyond us.

The thing all our desires point to.

That's quite enough, Miss Drake. Sit down.

[deeply exhales]

What has gotten into you?

[inspirational music]

[indistinct chatter]

[soft chiming]

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, so the white man is on...

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

[Kent] Wow.

[Carolyn chuckles]

[upbeat jazz music playing]

[Kent] Apparently, you've be spending a lot of time at St. Mary's.

How in the world would you know that?

- I know all things. - Mm.

So what do you do in St. Mary's?

I sit and I read.

What? Like the plaques?

[sighs]

What?

[woman laughing]

I--

You're religious.

Sure. Okay.

And I'm not.

- Yeah. - So by some secret law of the universe, we can't date.

All right. I'm gonna need you to tell me more about this secret law of the universe.

And... do you consider this a date?

I gotta go.

No, you don't have to go.

Are you s--

Every time.

[engines rumbling]

[deeply sighs]

- I'm sorry. What are you doing? - Nothing.

You just cut in front of me.

Well, I'm keeping you safe from the traffic.

- Why? - Well, it's polite.

- It's weird. - Look, if a car comes speeding down here,

- I'm j-- Well, no-- - You'd what? Take the hit for me?

How heroic of you.

- I'm just trying to be courteous-- - Okay, well, your courtesy

is a patriarchal act of subordinating assumption.

Are you serious? No one speaks like that, not even you.

Okay, don't push it, TDH.

TDH? What's a TDH?

Um... [sighs]

...tall, d-- uh, disciple of... holiness.

- Tall disciple of holiness. - Yeah.

- Really? It's weird. - Mm-hmm.

Yep. Well, thanks for walking me down the sidewalk.

- So nice. - TDH. I like it.

Please, please, please, please, please. Professor McTeague!

Professor McTeague. Professor McTeague! Professor McTeague.

- [door closes] - Oh, damn it. I'm so sorry.

I, I, I-- [mumbles] come on, I got caught in traffic.

Oh, bloody hell.

[sighs]

You all right?

- Shit! - Oh.

Your tutors say that you've fallen behind with your studies.

That you seem distracted.

I've seen students fall in with the wrong crowd.

Soon they're partying more than studying.

No, no. God, no. That's, that's not it.

Well, whatever it is, I encourage you to distance yourself

from anything that diverts you from your original goal.

If you do not meet the necessary criteria,

it is possible to have the scholarship rescinded.

[thunder rumbling]

[rain splattering]

[deeply inhales and exhales]

I come in search of milk.

Do you have any milk?

Yeah, I-- yeah, it's in the fridge.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I just didn't really feel like walking in the rain.

It's absolutely miserable out there.

Hey, what would you say about a hot chocolate break?

- I, I really can't. - Why not?

I just-- I have a lot to do, okay?

And I need to stay focused.

Okay, but I mean, you also need to take breaks.

It's important to take breaks.

I can't afford to take any more breaks.

We'll see how you feel about that tomorrow.

- Okay, can you not take a hint? - What?

This is why I'm here. To work and earn my doctorate

and get on with my life, not to pointless conversations and afternoon tea.

- Caro, I know you-- - Whatever you think this is, I can assure you you're wrong.

I let myself get momentarily distracted,

and it was obviously a mistake.

[rain splattering]

Have you ever considered, even for one moment,

that maybe you're not here just for a doctorate?

- Listen, you're not-- - Maybe there's other experiences

- that are impor-- - ...not hearing what I'm saying. Earlier today,

I had to sit and listen as someone explained to me

that I was in danger of losing my scholarship.

Do you have any idea how hard I've worked for this?

I'm sorry. I never intended to get in the way--

Oh, okay. Because who could deny you?

The perfect picture of chivalry, right?

- Well, guess what. I don't buy what you're selling. - Caro--

You act like you're different, but you're not.

You'll trick me into trusting you

and then make promises

that you can't keep. And what then?

What was it all for? I'd like to avoid

that inevitable catastrophe, if you don't mind.

Caro, that doesn't have to be our story.

[thunder rumbling]

I can't be whatever it is you want me to be,

[softly] Okay.

Please leave.

Okay. I'll just go to the store.

[door closes]

[sharply exhales]

[light melancholic music]

[clattering]

[paper rustling]

In closing, Shelley's mastery of language is a potent reminder

that women are uniquely equipped to embody and articulate

the depths of emotional experience.

Who's next?

[indistinct chatter]

[Hannah] Caro.

Earth to Caro.

You've been in a funk for weeks.

[deeply exhales] I'm fine.

When was the last time you spoke to Kent?

Hello, darling.

How are we this morning?

So...

...have we, um... [clears throat]

...shared the news? Oh.

There is no news.

[Edward] Oh, come on.

We can't hide the truth from these two, can we?

- Linnea. - It's nothing.

[loudly] We shagged.

It feels good to say that.

It was really good.

[deeply exhales]

[whispers] Shit.

- Just get out. - Sorry. Sorry.

[birds chirping]

Caro, what is going on with you?

Nothing. I'm just... [sighs]

Deeply unhappy?

Busy.

You're working yourself sick, and I'm worried about you.

- I'm worried that-- - What?

That you'll get everything you want

and be perfectly miserable in the end.

Yeah, okay.

[Hannah] Kent has a visitor.

She arrived yesterday from the States.

Supposedly, they were introduced through his friend Alex.

[scoffs]

Didn't take him long, did it?

Talk to him.

- Why? - Because you love him.

- It's ridiculous. - Is it?

I've got a lot of reading to get in, I'll catch up with you later.

Edward?

- He actually wasn't that bad. - I don't wanna know.

[gentle music]

[indistinct chatter]

[soft laughter]

- I know, I-- I know-- - [indistinct chatter]

[engines rumbling]

[music increases]

[Kent] Caro?

- Why are you following me? - Let go of me!

I've been trying to let go of you.

Well, clearly, you're not having any trouble.

What are you talking about? You were the one

- who pulled away from me. - A choice that's looking

- wiser and wiser by the second. - I'm sorry.

Why are you upset? You said that you wanted to concentrate

- on your doctorate. - I do! I'm just marveling

at how quickly you moved on to greener pastures.

Well, that's not fair. I mean, it's not even accur--

Oh, please do mansplain it to me.

Okay, stop pretending like you don't care.

- [chiming] - I don't care!

I'm sick and tired of your bullshit.

All right? You wear this brave face,

but inside, you're just as scared

- as everybody else, okay? - You have no idea

- what you're talking about. - [chiming]

You're afraid to let yourself be loved

because it's a step into the unknown,

and nothing scares you more in the world than the unknown.

You pour over the words of dead people.

You, you study them, and you analyze them.

But you don't let yourself feel those same things.

I'm sorry your dad abandoned you.

[melancholic music]

It doesn't mean that I would have.

Don't act like you know anything about my life!

- You have no idea. - I hate to break it to you, Caro.

You own the market corner of disappointment.

You do not know what I've been through.

No, you're right. I don't.

And I know that you have every reason to be angry.

You have every reason to be confused and to push everyone away.

But is that what you want?

Is that what you want? Do you want to be alone?

Do you?

You know, maybe we reach for something

because that something is there.

[engine rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[pencil breaks]

[whispers] You gotta be kidding me.

[woman] You!

- The rules are perfectly clear. - I know. I know the rules.

It's, you know, no ink around the books. I get it. You know,

- it's protect the damn books-- - You should kindly keep your voice down--

Keep your voice down in the library! You know,

it's just all about the books. How precious they are.

Keep the ink away from the books.

And everything's about the books.

- The books, the books, the-- - [gasps]

What have you done?

[gasps]

[door opens]

Can I have a word with her alone?

[door closes]

Hands.

[laughing]

Oh, my dear girl.

I am going to my cottage in the Cotswolds for the weekend.

I'd be delighted if you joined me.

Unless, of course, you prefer to stay here.

[gentle music]

[door closes]

[birds chirping]

Hello, Sammy.

You the welcoming party?

[chuckles] Good boy.

[quack]

Hi, Sammy.

[deeply exhales]

A bit of housekeeping.

While you're here, you must call me Regina.

- Oh, I don't-- - No arguing.

Come, I'll show you to your room.

[sighs] This was my husband's old study.

My, how he loved this room. [chuckles]

Back in those days, it was a bustling, busy house.

This was his refuge.

He passed away four years ago.

I'm sorry.

Life goes on.

About what happened--

Don't. You're my guest,

and you've nothing to apologize for.

I'll get you some towels.

[sighs]

[gentle music]

[deeply exhales]

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

I saw your light on.

- Sorry. I saw it here. - No, it's all right.

[sharply exhales]

[sighs]

After Henry died...

...I had my share of restless nights.

So many questions,

so few answers.

You seem so strong.

So settled.

Oh. That's where faith comes in, I suppose.

A faith that says it's somehow going to be all right in the end.

Doesn't take away the pain, but...

...it does make it more bearable.

[sighs] You know...

...you're not at all what I thought you'd be like.

- Disappointed? - [softly chuckles]

No, it's just...

...all I've ever wanted was to be someone...

...like you.

Someone who's carved her own path.

Who's accomplished and confident and intelligent.

But you're so...

Uh, unimpressed with myself?

That's Kirk Manor, near where I grew up in Scotland.

Beautiful house with a magnificent hedged maze.

One of the best in the country.

Though not for the faint of heart.

It was quite common for visitors to lose their way.

So the groundskeeper installed bells at various points throughout.

So if you were lost, you simply rang the bell, and help would come.

As you can imagine, not everyone had the humility to admit they were lost.

There was a man from town who spent two nights out in the cold

before the bell sounded. [chuckles]

Made the front page of the morning paper.

You've worked so hard, Caro,

for so long.

But all your striving didn't get you here.

It took someone believing in you.

Deveaux was his name, wasn't it?

That's a gift.

That's grace.

I believe there's grace all around us all the time.

If we can only have the humility to admit that we need it.

That we can't find a way out on our own.

[gentle music]

[clattering]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[bell tolling]

[Edward] So, Caro, are the rumors true?

You've joined Father Michael's pious flock?

- [chuckles] - It's only a matter of time.

[sighs]

What can I do to convince you to join the normal world?

[sighs]

What is normal, Edward?

You don't need religion to find meaning. Look at me.

I create my own meaning. Yeah?

- Do you? - Isn't that right, Linnea darling?

- Hmm. - Get off.

But don't you ever worry that you'll get to the end of your life

and just wonder what it was all for?

[grunts] Of course.

That's why I wanna die very old and in my sleep,

- next to this lovely lady, perhaps. - [Hannah] Yeah.

To ease into nothingness,

not to find out with your dying breath

that you've been tricked all along.

I don't wanna know, see?

Sometimes it's easier to just leave after sharing a cigarette.

I wanna show you something.

[bird chirping]

["Ubi Caritas" by Poor Clare Sisters, Arundel]

[Hannah] William Holman Hunt.

1853.

Mm.

It's quite lovely...

...irrespective of the subject matter.

Oh, look.

There's a mistake.

There's no handle on the door.

The door can only be opened from the inside.

Don't eat those.

[fireworks blowing]

["If Only My Heart Could Speak" by Cody Fry]

♪ You're making me confused ♪

♪ I'm puzzled and bemused ♪

♪ I'm fuddled heart's been puddled by... ♪

Begging your pardon, Professor McTeague.

Good God, man. Where did you spring from?

Uh, I, I've been meaning to ask you about your take

on Scott's The Antiquary.

Personally, I consider it his most underrated work.

Oh, my boy, I had no idea you're so keen on Scott.

Well, you must let me show you some of my first editions someday.

- Amazing. - She keeps putting Blue Curaçao on everything.

- Who? - Amelia Kantor.

- [soft clinking] - [sighs]

[McCoy] "To whom th'Arch-Enemy,

and thence in Heav'n call'd Satan,

with bold words breaking the horrid silence thus began."

Well done, Mr. McCoy.

You know what? I think I've changed my mind about Milton.

He's actually quite a good one to give a second read.

Yes. I think he has a future.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Oh, I didn't have the time ♪

- ♪ To think of... ♪ - Okay, so I feel

- like I owe you an expla-- - I'm sorry.

Me too.

What do you say we resolve that which was left unresolved?

I think that would be such a great idea.

Where's your perfect match?

Turns out she's not my type.

No?

No. No, uh,

she was far too much of a pushover.

♪ But I could never teach... ♪

You seem different.

Well, I, I washed my hair.

That must be it.

[chuckles]

Do you wanna see the best view in Oxford?

[gentle music]

[softly grunts]

Wow.

So, apparently, you were banned from the Bodleian Library.

I don't really wanna talk about it.

[whispers] Really?

Wow.

Oh, my God, you're an Oxford grad.

How does that feel?

Bittersweet.

I hear Blackwell's is hiring.

Yeah. The thing is, I actually already have a job offer.

It's for a...

...think tank, which is basically a consulting firm.

It's like low-level stuff, but it's,

it's got room to grow.

In the UK?

In DC, actually.

How long do you have to decide?

Well, I've already accepted.

I leave tonight.

[gentle music continues]

Caro.

What am I to you?

What are we?

What do you want us to be?

[deeply exhales]

[music increases]

- [indistinct chatter] - [whooping]

♪ I will never leave you all alone ♪

♪ I couldn't stay, she's... ♪

[Kent] My taxi is waiting.

[upbeat dance music playing]

[Carolyn sighs]

So what happens now?

That's the question.

Isn't it?

[music continues]

- Caro-- - Don't say goodbye.

- There he is. Oh, come on, Kent. - Come on.

- One more group photo b-- - One more group photo before you leave.

- [cross talk] - [softly] I'm sorry.

♪ I will never leave you all alone ♪

♪ When the night gets dark and cold ♪

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You all right, Miss?

Where are you supposed to be?

I don't know.

Hop on.

I'll give you a ride.

[Carolyn] So remember how Aristotle said that man is teleological?

Well, here's the thing.

A telos isn't just a goal or a destination.

It's the purpose of a thing.

What it's designed to do.

For all our striving and philosophizing,

knowledge only gets us so far.

Maybe we're made for longing.

And we're restless until we're ravished by the truth.

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So what happens now...

...now that the dance is over...

...the curtain closed?

That's the question.

Isn't it?

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[woman] It's metaphorical, isn't it?

Donne's using these religious images

as a way to comment on the human striving for ideals.

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I think you misunderstood.

The truth is in the paradox.

- Are we still on for Paris? - [Linnea] Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it.

Yes. And then afterwards, you come straight to India.

Oh, the kids are adorable, Caro. I think they're ruining me.

Well, you better send me some photos now that I have a real phone.

Look at her. She's all grown up.

[door creaks]

[Hannah] Really wish you were here, Dr. Drake.

Hey, can I call you guys right back?

- [Linnea] Okay. Bye. - [Hannah] Okay. Love you. Bye.

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[Carolyn] The truth is in the paradox.

Death to life.

Pain to glory.

Seeds sown in winter burst forth in spring.

Hope eternal.

World without end.

Just when you think the story's over,

there's room for one more surprise.

Keep up, please. Keep up. We're approaching the Bodleian Library.

Keep coming.

Okay, stop. This library is approximately 400...

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[man] ...do feel free to take photos...

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