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Adam: After the Big Bang, the expansion of the universe slowed down but then after seven billion years for some reason it speeded up again and it’s been speeding up ever since. Someday everything you see here will disappear forever and eventually the night sky will be almost completely dark. Beth: That’s kinda sad. Adam: Sad?
-Adam (2009)
Ha! Ha! That's brilliant. He said it yesterday! My friends have a drinking game for the show. Play at your own risk: every time I yell out "RICHARD!"… and drink. Every time the show cuts to a lush, beautiful landscape, shout/sing in your highest pitch possible, "NEW ZEALAND!" and drink. Every time my hair does something epic… We need to add "POWERFUL MAGIC" to the list.
Bridget Regan, http://news.tvstar.com/Article/382
The Listeners//Walter de la Mare
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grass Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?" he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:-- "Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
