“Well, with William and Harry, for instance, I take them round homelessness projects, I ve taken William and Harry to people dying of Aids - albeit I told them it was cancer - I ve taken the children to all sorts of areas where I'm not sure anyone of that age in this family has been before. And they have a knowledge - they may never use it, but the seed is there, and I hope it will grow because knowledge is power.
BASHIR: What are you hoping that that experience for your children - what impact that experience will have on your children?
DIANA: I want them to have an understanding of people's emotions, people's insecurities, people's distress, and people's hopes and dreams.
BASHIR: What kind of monarchy do you anticipate?
DIANA: I would like a monarchy that has more contact with its people - and I don't mean by riding round bicycles and things like that, but just having a more in-depth understanding.
And I don't say that as a criticism to the present monarchy: I just say that as what I see and hear and feel on a daily basis in the role I have chosen for myself.
Sin came to your door like this sexually aroused cat-predator thing -
And you invited it in.
And then you let it have its Wicked Way with you.
It’s like you entered into a creative—he uses a sexual metaphor.
You entered into a creative exchange with it, and gave birth to something as a consequence.
What you gave birth to, that’s your life.
And you knew it.
You’re self-conscious, after all.
You knew you were doing this.
You conspired with this thing to produce the situation that you’re in.
“I tend to think that what Fame has done is to replace The Sea as the element of choice of adventure for young people.
If you were a dashing young man in the 19th century you would probably have wanted to run away to sea, just as in the 20th century you might decide that you want to run away and form a pop band.
The difference is that in the 19th century, before running away to sea, you would have had at least some understanding of the element that you were dealing with and would have perhaps, say, learned to swim ...
The thing is that there is no manual for how to cope with fame.
So you'll get some, otherwise likeable young person, who has done ONE good comic book, ONE good film, ONE good record, suddenly told that they are a genius, who •believes• it and who runs out laughing and splashing into the billows of celebrity, and whose heroin-sodden corpse is washed up a few weeks later in the shallows of the tabloids.
- Alan Moore
“Now Melkor began the delving and building of a vast fortress, deep under Earth, beneath dark mountains where the beams of Illuin were cold and dim. That stronghold was named Utumno. And though the Valar knew naught of it as yet, nonetheless the evil of Melkor and the blight of his hatred flowed out thence, and the Spring of Arda was marred.
Green things fell sick and rotted, and rivers were choked with weeds and slime, and fens were made, rank and poisonous, the breeding place of flies; and forests grew dark and perilous, the haunts of fear; and beasts became monsters of horn and ivory and dyed the earth with blood.
Then the Valar knew indeed that Melkor was at work again, and they sought for his hiding place. But Melkor, trusting in the strength of Utumno and the might of his servants, came forth suddenly to war, and struck the first blow, ere the Valar were prepared; and he assailed the lights of Illuin and Ormal, and cast down their pillars and broke their lamps. In the overthrow of the mighty pillars lands were broken and seas arose in tumult; and when the lamps were spilled destroying flame was poured out over the Earth. And the shape of Arda and the symmetry of its waters and its lands was marred in that time, so that the first designs of the Valar were never after restored.
In the confusion and the darkness Melkor escaped, though fear fell upon him; for above the roaring of the seas he heard the voice of Manwë as a mighty wind, and the earth trembled beneath the feet of Tulkas. But he came to Utumno ere Tulkas could overtake him; and there he lay hid. And the Valar could not at that time overcome him, for the greater part of their strength was needed to restrain the tumults of the Earth, and to save from ruin all that could be saved of their labour; and afterwards they feared to rend the Earth again, until they knew where the Children of Ilúvatar were dwelling, who were yet to come in a time that was hidden from the Valar.”
We Play The Contest Again - Time Lord
Fenrir (Old Norse: "fen-dweller") or Fenrisúlfr (Old Norse: "Fenrir's wolf", often translated "Fenris-wolf"), also referred to as Hróðvitnir ("fame-wolf") and Vánagandr ("monster of the [River] Ván"), or Vanargand, is a monstrous wolf in Norse mythology.
Fenrir, together with Hel and the World Serpent is a child of Loki and giantess Angrboða.
He is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, and the Prose Edda and Heimskringla, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson.
In both the Poetic Edda and Prose Edda, Fenrir is the father of the wolves Sköll and Hati Hróðvitnisson, is a son of Loki, and is foretold to kill the god Odin during the events of Ragnarök, but will in turn be killed by Odin's son Víðarr.
In the Prose Edda, additional information is given about Fenrir, including that, due to the gods' knowledge of prophecies foretelling great trouble from Fenrir and his rapid growth, the gods bound him, and as a result Fenrir bit off the right hand of the god Týr.
Depictions of Fenrir have been identified on various objects, and scholarly theories have been proposed regarding Fenrir's relation to other canine beings in Norse mythology. Fenrir has been the subject of artistic depictions, and he appears in literature.
Heatholaf :
Beowulf, there you are.
I was thinking about your father.
Great man.
He was fleeing the Wulfings and he'd killed one of them with his bare hands.
Beowulf :
Heatholaf.
Heatholaf :
That's it, yeah.
That's right.
Beowulf :
I paid the blood debt for your father, and he swore his oath to me.
Heatholaf :
So I saved his skin, and you're here to save ours, that right?
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.:
All hail the great Beowulf, come to save our pathetic Danish skins, eh?
And we are so damned grateful,
mighty Beowulf.
But can I ask a question, as a huge admirer of yours?
There was another Beowulf I heard tell of who challenged Brecca the Mighty to a swimming race out on the open sea.
Was that you?
Beowulf :
I swam against Brecca.
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
Because I thought it had to be a different Beowulf, someone else of the same name.
Because, you see, the Beowulf I heard of swam against Brecca and lost.
He risked his life and Brecca's to serve his own vanity and pride.
A boastful fool.
And he lost!
So I thought it had to be someone else.
Beowulf :
I swam against Brecca.
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
But victory was his, not yours.
A mighty warrior who cannot even
win a swimming match!
Speaking only for myself here, not only do I doubt that you will be
able to stand for a moment against Grendel, I doubt that you will even have the belly to stay in the hall all night.
Beowulf :
I find it difficult to argue with a drunk.
But it's true, I did not win the race.
We swam for five days, neck and neck.
l was conserving my strength
for the final stretch when this storm blew up and with it came sea monsters.
Again and again, the monsters attacked!
Dark things from the sea's depths.
I hacked and l lashed
at these foul beasts with my sword, spilling their guts into the sea.
Then one of them seized me by its jaws and dragged me to the bottom.
l killed the monster with my own blade and I plunged it into its heart.
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
Yes, of course. The sea monsters.
And you killed, what was it? 20?
Beowulf :
Nine.
(Last time it were three.)
Beowulf :
But would you do me the honor
of telling me your name?
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
I am Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
Beowulf :
Unferth, son of Ecglaf.
I know who you are.
They say you killed both your brothers when you witnessed them
having knowledge of your mother.
I have another true thing to tell you, Unferth Kinslayer.
If your strength and heart was as strong and fierce as your words, Grendel would not feel free to murder and gorge on your people without fear of retaliation.
Remnants of DANA's apartmentShe stares out, her hair blowing in the wind. Jail
WINSTON
Hey, guard! I want to make a phone call! I just work with these guys! I wasn't even there!RAY and EGON look over blueprints
EGON
The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry
tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.
RAY
Cold riveted girders with cores of pure selenium.
PETERto other jailbirds
Everyone getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don't make them like they used to.
RAY
No! Nobody ever made them like this! The architect was either a certified genius or an aesthetic wacko!
PETER
Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy,
engineering or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on.
RAY
You never studied. The whole building is a huge super-conductive antenna
that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and
concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend, Pete, lives in the
corner penthouse of Spook Central.
PETER
She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she's a client
and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers! She
barks, she drools, she claws...
EGON
It's not the girl, Peter, it's the building! Something terrible is about
the enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The
architect's name was Ivo Shandor. I found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He
was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in
1920 he founded a secret society.
PETER
Let me guess. Gozer worshippers.
EGON
Right.
PETER
No studying!
EGON
After the First World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to
survive. And he wasn't alone. he had close to a thousand followers when
he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended
to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may
actually happen!
PETERsinging
So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa! Somebody's coming! Somebody's coming!
RAY
We have to get out of here. We've gotta get a judge or something.
WINSTON
Hey! Hey! Hold it! Now we going to actually going to go before a federal
judge and say that some moldy old Babylonian god is going to drop in on
Central Park West and start tearing up the city?
RAY
Sumerian, not Babylonian.
PETER
Yeah, big difference!
WINSTON
No offense, guys, but I gotta get my own lawyer.
JAIL GUARD
Okay, Ghostbusters! The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy! Let's go.
PETERto other jailbirds
I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap with me about some things. Outside Ivo Shandor BuildingLOUIS walks by. Shocked. Looks up to the top. Remnants of DANA's apartment
LOUIS
I am the Keymaster!
DANA
I am the Gatekeeper.they kiss, then go up the stairs to the Temple of Zuul Outside City HallPolice escort Ghostbusters to the MAYOR. Reporters and photographers try to get press. Music: Savin' The Day.
POLICE CAPTAIN
Stay back! Stay back! Inside MAYOR's office
MAYOR
I got a city blowing up, and you guys are not giving me any answers!
POLICE COMMISIONER
All right. We're blocking the bridges, the roads. I mean -
MAYOR'S AIDE
The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor.
MAYOR
The Ghostbusters, all right, the Ghostbusters. Hey, where's this Peck?
PECK
I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report. These men
are consummate snowball artists! They use sensitive nerve gases to
induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts! And they call
these bozos, who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a
fake electronic light show!
RAY
Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.
PECK
They caused an explosion!
MAYOR
Is this true?
PETER
Yes, it's true. This man has no dick.PECK lunges at PETER. Police try to break up fight.
POLICE SERGEANT
Break it up, break it up!
PETER
Well, that's what I heard!
MAYOR
This is City Hall! Now what am I gonna do here, John?
What is this?
FIRE COMMISIONER
All I know is: that was no light show we saw this morning.
I've seen
every kind of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of
me.
POLICE COMMISIONER
The Walls in The 53rd Precinct are bleeding.
How do you explain that?
ARCHBISHOPentering
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
MAYOR
Oh... Your Eminence!kisses ARCHBISHOP's ring
ARCHBISHOP
How are ya, Lenny?
MAYOR
You're looking good, Mike.gives ARCHBISHOP a friendly slap
We're in a real fix, here.
What do you think I should do?
ARCHBISHOP Officially, The Church will not take any position on the
religious implications of these, err... phenomena.
Personally, Lenny --
I Think
it's a Sign from God.
But don't quote me on that - PETER
I think that's a smart move, Mike.
MAYOR
I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell everyone to start praying.
[ Couldn't Hurt, though - ]
WINSTON
I'm Winston Zeddemore, Your Honor.
Look, I've only been with The Company
for a couple of weeks.
But I gotta tell you, hese things are real.
Since I joined These Men, I have seen shit that'll turn you white!
PETER
Well, you could believe Mr. Pecker. PECK
My name is Peck!
PETER Or,
You Could Accept The Fact That This City is Headed for a Disaster of Biblical Proportions.
MAYOR
What do you mean, 'biblical'?
RAY
What he means is, Old Testament, Mr. Mayor.
Real Wrath-of-God-Type Stuff.
Fire and brimstone coming from the sky!
Rivers
and seas boiling!
EGON
Forty years of Darkness!
Earthquakes! Volcanoes!
WINSTON
The Dead rising from The Grave!
PETER
Human Sacrifice,
Dogs and Cats living together,
!! MASS HYSTERIA !! MAYOR
Enough! I get The Point!
What if You're Wrong?
PETER
If I'm Wrong, Nothing Happens!
We go to Jail.
Peacefully, Quietly.
We'll Enjoy it!
But, if I'm right,
and we can stop This Thing.....
Lenny – YOU Will have Saved The Lives
of MILLIONS
of registered voters.
MAYOR smiles.
ARCHBISHOP nods.
PECKall the wind sucked out of his sails
I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men.
PETER smiles a smug smile.
MAYOR
Get him out of here.
PETERwaving
Bye.
PECK
I'll fix you, Venkman.
I'm gonna fix you!
PETER
I am going to send you a nice fruit basket.
I'm gonna miss him!
PECK
All right, all right!
MAYOR
You've got Work to do.
As a Jewel of Gold in a swine's snout,
so is a fair woman which is without discretion.
Hamlet, There are Things You Don't Know.
Unexplored Territory
Uncharted Space
Secrets.
Mother Gemma Knows The Truth.
Mother Gemma Knows Every Truth,
Behind Every Lie,
Inside Every Secret.
She's The Gatekeeper."
The Queen :
Have you seen how the hens in
the yard peck at each other?
Each choosing the one just weaker.
Why do the ladies peck at you?
Ophelia :
I'm not noble, My Lady.
The Queen :
Did you know I was not raised at court?
My sister and I were sent as girls to a convent in France.
But even there, there were hens
and they pecked.
Ophelia :
Even the nuns?
The Queen :
But I had my sister to defend me.
The mask was closing on his face. The wire brushed his cheek. And then--no, it was not relief, only hope, a tiny fragment of hope. Too late, perhaps too late. But he had suddenly understood that in the whole world there was just ONE person to whom he could transfer his punishment--ONE body that he could thrust between himself and the rats. And he was shouting frantically, over and over.
'Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia!
Not me! Julia!
I don't care what you do to her.
Tear her face off, strip her to the bones.
Not me! Julia! Not me!'
He was falling backwards, into enormous depths, away from the rats. He was still strapped in the chair, but he had fallen through the floor, through the walls of the building, through the earth, through the oceans, through the atmosphere, into outer space, into the gulfs between the stars--always away, away, away from the rats. He was light years distant, but O'Brien was still standing at his side. There was still the cold touch of wire against his cheek. But through the darkness that enveloped him he heard another metallic click, and knew that the cage door had clicked shut and not open.
Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and train KING OF FRANCE From our brother England? EXETER From him; and thus he greets your majesty. He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations, 'long To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown And all wide-stretched honours that pertain By custom and the ordinance of times Unto the crown of France. That you may know 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked, He sends you this most memorable line, In every branch truly demonstrative; Willing to overlook this pedigree: And when you find him evenly derived From his most famed of famous ancestors, Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held From him the native and true challenger. KING OF FRANCE Or else what follows? EXETER Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove, That, if requiring fail, he will compel; And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans, For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers, That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threatening and my message; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, To whom expressly I bring greeting too. KING OF FRANCE For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother England. DAUPHIN For the Dauphin, I stand here for him: what to him from England? EXETER Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king; an' if your father's highness Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, He'll call you to so hot an answer of it, That caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chide your trespass and return your mock In second accent of his ordnance. DAUPHIN Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England: to that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him with the Paris balls. EXETER He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe: And, be assured, you'll find a difference, As we his subjects have in wonder found, Between the promise of his greener days And these he masters now: now he weighs time Even to the utmost grain: that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France. KING OF FRANCE To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. EXETER Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already. KING OF FRANCE You shall be soon dispatch's with fair conditions: A night is but small breath and little pause To answer matters of this consequence. Flourish. Exeunt
The times in your life when you need to turn towards The Spirit of The Father will, by their very nature, necessarily tend to be very few
and far between and relate to a small menu of very basic insoluble Life Problems
CLARA: We can fix this, can't we? We always fix it. DOCTOR: No. (to Ashildr) But you can. Fix this. Fix it now. ASHILDR: It, it's not possible. I can't. DOCTOR: Yes, it is, you can, and you will, or this street will be over. I'll show you and all your funny little friends to the whole laughing world. I'll bring UNIT, I'll bring the Zygons. Give me a minute, I'll bring the Daleks and the Cybermen. You will save Clara, and you will do it now, or I will rain hell on you for the rest of time. CLARA: Doctor, stop talking like that. ASHILDR: You can't. DOCTOR: I can do whatever the hell I like. You've read the stories. You know who I am. And in all of that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me? ASHILDR: I know the Doctor. The Doctor would never DOCTOR: The Doctor is no longer here! You are stuck with me. And I will end you, and everything you love. CLARA: Doctor, for God's sake, will you stop? DOCTOR: Now! CLARA: I did this, do you hear me? I did this. This is my fault. DOCTOR: I don't care. CLARA: Liar. You always care. Always have. Your reign of terror will end with the sight of the first crying child and you know it. DOCTOR: No, I don't. CLARA: I do. Listen, if this is the last I ever see of you, please, not like this. (The Raven caws in the distance.) CLARA: (to Ashildr) Is there anything you can do? ASHILDR: I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry, I CLARA: Time's short. Yes or no? ASHILDR: No. (The Doctor breathes heavily. Rigsy is trying not to cry.) CLARA: Well, if Danny Pink can do it, so can I. DOCTOR: Do what? CLARA: Die right. Die like I mean it. Face the Raven. DOCTOR: No. This, this isn't happening. This can't be happening. CLARA: Maybe this is what I wanted. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is why I kept running. Maybe this is why I kept taking all those stupid risks. Kept pushing it. DOCTOR: This is my fault. CLARA: This is my choice. DOCTOR: I let you get reckless. CLARA: Why? Why shouldn't I be so reckless? You're reckless all the bloody time. Why can't I be like you? DOCTOR: Clara, there's nothing special about me. I am nothing, but I'm less breakable than you. I should have taken care of you. CLARA: I never asked you to. DOCTOR: You shouldn't have to ask. (The Raven caws as it flies along the winding street, and the people scatter, terrified.) RIGSY: Clara, if I'd known, I'd CLARA: Don't. Shut up. RIGSY: But I CLARA: Really, Rigsy, shut up. If you feel guilty about this, even for one minute, I (They hear the Raven.) CLARA: You. Now, you listen to me. You're going to be alone now, and you're very bad at that. You're going to be furious and you're going to be sad, but listen to me. Don't let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next, wherever she is sending you, I know what you're capable of. You don't be a Warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor. DOCTOR: What's the point of being a Doctor if I can't cure you? CLARA: Heal yourself. You have to. You can't let this turn you into a monster. So, I'm not asking you for a promise, I'm giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no one else, here or anywhere, will suffer. DOCTOR: What about me? CLARA: If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave. DOCTOR: Clara. (They hug.) CLARA: Everything you are about to say, I already know. Don't do it now. We've already had enough bad timing. (The Raven caws close by.) DOCTOR: Don't run. Stay with me. CLARA: Nah. You stay here. In the end, everybody does this alone. DOCTOR: Clara CLARA: This is as brave as I know how to be. I know it's going to hurt you, but, please, be a little proud of me. (She touches his cheek. He takes her hand and kisses it.) CLARA: Goodbye, Doctor. (The Raven caws.)
Thor is The Champion of The Gods, of Earth and of The Human Race.
He is the great fighter who can be brought out when something is really bad.
You don't go to Thor for wisdom, you go to Thor because he's going to protect you against the evil monsters.
Tales of Thor's adventures provided escape from one of the bleakest periods in human history.
The dark ages of the first millennium A.D.
It was a time when the Norse world, stretching from the British Isles to the Baltic Sea, was in turmoil.
The agricultural society, where people were farming and surviving kind of at the very edge of how it was possible to survive, because it was cold, it was the northern part of Europe, it wasn't around the Mediterranean where it was much easier to grow things, and it tended to be, from everything we can tell, quite violent.”
War, famine and death were daily facts of life on the desolate northern fringes of Europe.
But the myth of Thor brought a sense of order to the chaos.
“It was a religion of the countryside.
Paganism actually is a Latin word that describes that, what the country people believe in, and paganism is not really well organized either.
It's not like the Greek Pantheon in the sense that it's very well organized and everybody knows whose responsibilities and who's more important than whom.
It's very different.
The view of human life in that mythology was a fairly dark and fairly stern one.
Human beings didn't look forward to the kind of salvation and heaven at the end of time that's promised in the Christian stories.
They had a kind of a darker, a more sorrowful view of life.
People have to show great courage and hardiness in the face of enormous obstacles.
For inspiration, the people looked to Thor.
Thor was the quintessential hero.
He was strong.
Unlike some of the other gods he was not deceptive, he was not treacherous, but he was steadfast, and as this hero figure, I think, people could identify with him best.
In the myth, two of Thor's weapons help him conquer evil forces: A belt that doubles his strength and a hammer that shoots lethal bolts of lightning.
No matter how far Thor throws his trusty hammer, it will return to him like a boomerang.
And each time thunder roars, it means Thor's hammer has struck a giant.
Thor is the master of lightning, and this is not uncommon in other mythologies.
The obvious parallel here is Zeus in classical mythology, for he is the thunder god.
The thunder and lightning god is the protector god.
He's the strongest fighter, so he has that capability that Zeus has, the thunderbolt, the hammer for Thor, that can destroy the bad guys.
KLAG:
Commander, would you say you're a typical Federation officer?
RIKER:
I suppose so. Why?
KLAG:
Well, it's just you're not what I expected.
RIKER:
In what way?
TACTICS:
You have a sense of humour!
RIKER:
I was thinking the same thing about you.
In all my dealings with Klingons, including our Lieutenant Worf, the thought never occurred to me of Klingons laughing.
TACTICS:
There is much about us you do not know.
RIKER:
That's why I'm here.
KLAG:
You should ask.
RIKER:
After this tour,
I may have some worthy questions.
KLAG:
Questions about what?
About Our Future?
Our Future is Honour.
Our present is Serving This Ship.
TACTICS:
Like you, I have a mother and a father.
They look like me, I look like them.
RIKER:
Are they still alive?
TACTICS:
My Mother Lives,
My Father was killed in battle at Tranome Sar.
RIKER:
And Your Father?
KLAG:
My Father?
My Father was captured in battle by Romulans
and Not Allowed to Die.
He eventually escaped.
RIKER:
Where is he now?
KLAG:
He is on Our Planet.
He Waits.
TACTICS:
He waits for his death.
KLAG:
He will eventually fade of a natural illness and die,
