Dalek Quotes

Cyber Leader: Daleks, be warned. You have declared war upon the Cybermen. Dalek Sec: This is not war - this is pest control! Cyber Leader: We have five million Cybermen. How many are you? Dalek Sec: Four. Cyber Leader: You would destroy the Cybermen with four Daleks? Dalek Sec: We would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek! You superior in only one respect. Cyber Leader: What is that? Dalek Sec: You are better at dying.

When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics.

People said the towers looked like giant salt and pepper shakers, but I’d always thought they looked like Daleks from Doctor Who.

Daleks: [simultaneously] Exterminate! Exterminate! [They fire their weapons, none of which so much as touch the Doctor] The Doctor: Is that it? Useless! Nul points! [to Rose and Jack] It's all right, you can come out; that forcefield can hold back anything! Jack Harkness: Almost anything. [pause] The Doctor: Yes, but I wasn't going to tell them that. Thanks.

Dalek: I will talk to the Doctor. The Doctor: Oh will you? That's nice. Hello! Dalek: The Dalek strategem nears completion. The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene. The Doctor: Oh really? Why's that, then? Dalek: We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated. The Doctor: No. Dalek: Explain yourself. The Doctor: I said, "No." Dalek: What is the meaning of this negative? The Doctor: It means, "No." Dalek: But she will be destroyed! The Doctor: No! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the Earth. And then—just to finish off—I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky! Dalek: But you have no weapons, no defenses, no plan. The Doctor: Yeah! And doesn't that scare you to death? Rose? Rose: Yes, Doctor? The Doctor: I'm coming to get you.

She's like a Dalek with a blacklist. Absolutely relentless.

Voleo bih da ipak negde sačuvaš sve moje daleke vrhove, na horizontalama tvog dna. I da proneseš moje prezrele oči kroz tišinu svih tuđih očiju i tuđih stanova… i moj oktobar kroz sve tuđe aprile.

Dalek Sec: The Doctor will open the Ark! The Doctor: Ha ha, the Doctor will not. Dalek Sec: You have no way of resisting! The Doctor: Mm, you got me there. [withdrawing the sonic screwdriver] Although, there is always this. Dalek Sec: A sonic probe? The Doctor: [with jocular bravado] That's screwdriver. Dalek Sec: It is harmless. The Doctor: Ohh, yes. Harmless is just the word: that's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim. But I'll tell you what it does do: It is very good at opening doors. [He pushes the switch and the doors explode inwards; Jake's squad and some Cybermen run in and open fire.]

Rose Tyler: The time war ends. Emperor Dalek: I will not die! I cannot diieee! [we see Rose's eyes light up, and the Dalek Emperor and his entire fleet disappear in an explosion of golden dust] The Doctor: Rose, you've done it, now stop. [Rose stares straight ahead] The Doctor: Just let go. Rose Tyler: How can I let go of this? I bring life. [we see Jack start breathing again and open his eyes] The Doctor: But this is wrong! You can't control life and death! Rose Tyler: But I can. The sun and the moon, the day and night... but why do they hurt? [she is crying] The Doctor: The power's gonna kill you and it's my fault! Rose Tyler: I can see everything... all that is... all that was... all that ever could be. The Doctor: [stands up] But that's what *I* see. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad? Rose Tyler: [Rose nods, barely able to speak] My head... The Doctor: Come here. Rose Tyler: ...is killing me. The Doctor: I think you need a Doctor. [He leans down and kisses her, and the golden light transfers from her to him through their lips]

Amy: Hey, Paisley, Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Bracewell: What? Amy: Hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt.

Clever move. Using humour to deflate my murderous intent.

Zato ne dam i zato neću Zato moj odraz još vešto krije istih osmeha tajne daleke Zato ću uvek biti sa tobom u dašku misli ili u snu

At this point I'm sure he's more plastic than person, but most people who hate wrinkles become Daleks over time, anyway.

Could be anyone. The Kin. I mean... it’s like calling yourselves the People. It’s what pretty much every race-name means. Except for Dalek. That means Metal-Cased Hatey Death Machines in Skaronian.

Pakistani Dalek: Put him in the cur-ry

So these Daleks conquer entire planets, right?" "Mm-hmm." He nodded against my chest. "But they can't even go up steps.

The whole key to life is discovering things for yourself. What you do with that discovery is what lies on the other side of that door.

This had been before the war on drugs, of course, when launching military campaigns against abstract emotions or inanimate materials would have been seen as the behaviour of highly-strung and over-reaching Daleks.

Yes, I was scared of the Daleks and the Zarbi and the rest, but I was taking other, stranger, more important lessons away from my Saturday tea time serial. For a start, I became infected by the idea that there are an infinite number of worlds only a foot step away. And another part of the meme was this- some things are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside. And perhaps some people are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside as well. And that was only the start of it.

By the time I entered education in the late 1980s, schools were about as well adapted for my neurotype as a set of stairs is adapted for the use by a Dalek.

Ponekad mi se ucini da mi beze pod nogama putevi i daljine. I kadgod mi se dogodi da dospem u daleko, i stanem nasred njega i mislim: konacno, evo me; ako podignem oci, vidim da svako najdalje ima svoje jos dalje. Mozda je to i sreca. Mozda imam u sebi nesto duze od krajeva. Mozda imam u sebi toliko mnogo sveta, da se nikada, nigde, nec...e moci zavrsiti. Nije rec o zivotu, nego o njegovom dejstvu. Jer neke stvari se ne mogu saznati samo ocima. Postoje u meni mnoga, neverovatna cula. Cula vode i vazduha, metala, ikre, semenja,... Oni koji me srecu, misle da ja to putujem. A ne putujem ja. To beskraj po meni hoda. Od koje sam ja vrste? Znam jednu novu igru. Zaustavim se naprasno i ne micem se satima. Pravim se kao da razmisljam i da u sebi rastem. Cinim to dosta uverljivo. Dok imitiram drvece, neko sa strane, neupucen, stvarno bi pomislio da sam pustio korenje. Razlistavam se sluhom. Zagrljajima. Disanjem. Cak se i ptice prevare, pa mi slete u kosu i gnezde mi se na ramenu. Pravim se da sam trom sanjar. Nespretan penjac. Spor saputnik. Pravim se da mi je tesko da se savijam preko belih ostrica realnog. Pravim se da mi nedostaje hitrina iznenadnog skracivanja u tacku i produzetka u nedogled... Ja ne upoznajem svet, vec ga samo prepoznajem. Ne idem da ga otkrivam, nego da ga se prisetim, kao nekakve svoje daleke uspomene. Jer mnogo puta sam bio gde nisam jos koracao. I mnogo puta sam ziveo u onom sto jos ne poznajem. I mnogo puta sam grlio to sto ce tek biti oblici. Zato izgledam izgubljen i neprestano se osvrcem. A u sebi se smeskam. Jer, ako niste znali, svet je cudesna igracka. Moze li se izgubiti neko u nekakvom vremenu i nekakvom prostoru, ako u sebi nosi sva vremena i prostore?... Smeta mi krov da sanjam. Smeta mi nebo da verujem...

EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look, I really hate it when people say this sort of things... Do you know who I am? He lean a little closer and whisperer something. ALERT it cried, head spinning from side to side . EMERGENCY! IT IS THE DOC-TOR!

I ako ti u ovaj tren ne progovoriš, ako ne progovoriš neposredno, neposredno, iskreno, ja ću od te tvoje konvencionalnosti poludjeti ovdje, na ovome mjestu! Meni je tako užasno, glava mi je tako strašno ogromna, tako tamna, i sve je u meni tamno, a ti si tako neistinit, tako patvoren, tako hladan, dalek, tako pasivno strašan(...).

History was about to be made. Or, if not actually made, then torn apart.

wailing like a dalek in distress

Doctor and companions bought before the Parliament of the Daleks (great, even the effing Daleks had a more democratic system than Syria did).

The real achievement of the script and the people making it is that they throw the kitchen sink at us... and it all works. Daleks, Anne Robinson, the end of a complicated storyline, tears, jokes, action, more Daleks, romance, pathos, satire, an outrageous cheat and more Daleks than we have ever seen even in drawings we did as eight year olds. And then David Tennant shows up, and we realise we ain’t seen nothing yet.

He said, “Could be anyone. The Kin. I mean . . . it’s like calling yourselves the People. It’s what pretty much every race-name means. Except for Dalek. That means Metal-Cased Hatey Death Machines in Skaronian.” And

No, he should definitely have gone back and said something. Naturally the French had a phrase for it. The art of coming up with a pithy comeback just a bit too late. L'esprit d'escalier. One thing the Daleks had no sense of.

Actually, using the Daleks would be a masterstroke. Everyone loves Doctor Who - who wouldn't be thrilled by the sight of a real-life Dalek squadron rolling down the high street, glinting in the sun? The sheer excitement would genuinely make the accompanying loss of liberty seem worthwhile. To liven things up even more, our rasping pepperpot overlords would be colour-coded. Blue Daleks would deal with minor infractions, and would spend most of their time issuing warnings and administering minor shocks - but they'd also be chummy and approachable, and willing to pose for photographs with your nephew. Red Daleks, on the other hand, would be emotionless killing machines. Imagine the atmosphere outside a pub on a hot summer's day: a Red Dalek trundles past, and the convivial hubbub suddenly fades to a whisper. Everyone stiffens. And then he turns the corner and a communal sigh of relief goes up, and the drinking continues and the jukebox plays louder and louder... community spirit lives again. Admit it: it'd be fantastic.

My friends," he began, and one thumb securely hooked itself in his waistcoat pocket while his other hand hung at his side ready for a battery of theatrical gestures.

Zašto odbijati točno definirati problem kada nam to omogućuje da ga riješimo? Zato što definirati problem znači priznati da postoji. Zato što definirati problem znači dopustiti sebi da saznate što zapravo želite, od primjerice, prijatelja ili partnera - a onda kada to ne dobijete, bit ćete toga bolno svjesni i boljet će vas, vrlo jasno i određeno. Ali iz toga ćete nešto naučiti i ubuduće ćete moći iskoristiti to što naučite. Alternativa toj jednokratnoj oštroj boli jest tupa neprekidna bol beznađa, neodređena osjećaja neuspjeha i osjećaja da vrijeme, dragocjeno vrijeme, nepovratno prolazi. Zašto odbijati točno definirati? Zato što, dok odbijate definirati uspjeh (a samim time sebi onemogućujete da uspijete), istodobno odbijate definirati neuspjeh tako da ga ne ćete primijetiti kada ga iskusite i ne će vas boljeti. Ali to ne ide tako! Ne možete se tako lako prevariti - osim ako već niste prešli dalek put na toj stazi! Umjesto toga, stalno ćete biti razočarani u vlastitomu Biću, a s time dolaze i samoprijezir i sve veća mržnja prema svijetu koji sve to omogućuje (ili rastvara).

Rose, the moon is incredible. Everything down on Earth relies on it. Rats jump for it. Tides rush out from it. Humans kiss under it. Without it there'd be nothing down there worth the light. And that just happened by chance -trillions of odd against it- one bit of stardust meets another bit of dust.

Izgledalo je fantastično i nevjerojatno, pa ipak je bilo istinito: oni su mogli da čine sa svojom mladošću što hoće, u jednom svijetu gdje su zakoni društvenog i osobnog morala, sve tamo do daleke granice kriminala, bili upravo tih godina u punoj krizi, slobodno tumačeni, primani ili odbacivani od svake skupine ljudi i svakog pojedinca; oni su mogli da misle kako hoće, da sude o svemu, slobodno i neograničeno; oni su smjeli da govore što hoće, i za mnoge od njih te riječi su bile isto što i djela, one su zadovoljavale njihove atavističke potrebe za junaštvom i slavom, silovitošću i razaranjem, a nisu povlačile za sobom obavezu na djelovanje ni neku vidljivu odgovornost zbog izrečenog.

Daleks,

she showed up in my bedroom, yanking me from a particularly pleasant and very specific dream featuring her, a case of whipped cream, and three Daleks. Don’t ask.

Ovo je drugi svijet, dalek i nerazumljiv. Učinili su, i gotovo! Učinili su, i šta treba o tome pričati? Mi prosti ljudi volimo da sladimo i preživamo ono što doživamo. Oni djeluju i zaboravljaju.

Greške iz prošlosti su briga u sadašnjosti. Svi gledaju unazad i za sopstvene nevolje optužuju daleke i nepopravljive odluke. Ali to je samo alibi da se opet pogreši.

awkward, the slightly odd and obsessive. The boys—and they were mostly boys—who sat in the back row not to mock, disrupt, or distract, but because they were absorbed by their own thoughts or reciting Dr. Who and the Daleks in their heads, from memory. They might have gotten straight A’s, or, just as likely, flunked out

A trip to a Dr Who exhibition ended in chaos when a number of boys stole Cybermen, Sontaran and Dalek costumes and pretended that there was an alien invasion of Earth.

Even thought our problems had driven us up there, it was as if they had somehow, like Daleks, been unable to climb the stairs.

I’ve been threatened by the best,’ Fanson said. ‘People threatening friendship,’ the Doctor suggested. ‘Or if they were the best, threatening best-friendship presumably.’ If Fanson recognised the attempt at humour he gave no sign of it. ‘You could be good friends or bad enemies right?’ ‘No, I’m not really in the market for any more enemies,’ the Doctor said. ‘They take up too much time and attention, I find. And they can get a bit boring. But if you have a particular need for enemies I can recommend one or two unpleasant life forms lurking around the universe that I would be more than happy to see the back of. I have a soft spot for the Daleks myself. It’s a swamp on Rigella Five but I’ve never been able to get them into it. Very boring creatures, Daleks.’ I’m babbling inanely, he thought. Why do I babble inanely when I’m having trouble persuading someone to do what I want them to do? Is it panic? I end up not making much sense. It’s probably panic. ‘You are not making much sense, Doctor,’ Leela said. ‘That’s a relief,’ Fanson said. ‘I thought it was me.’ ‘You weren’t making sense either,’ the Doctor said. ‘I was panicking, what was your excuse?

Krenuli smo vrlo dobre volje. Uz standardne zaprepaštene životinje, čuo sam i mnoge druge zvuke džungle. Neke su se ptice glasale kao SMS poruke, neke kao zvono, neke kao puštanje vode iz kotlića, a neke su urlikale kao Indijanci. Cijeli taj kaos zvukova iz krošanja izmiješan sa žuborenjem potoka i udaranjem vode u kamenje davao je neke čudne nusproizvode: ponekad sam kao dalek prigušen zvuk začuo grupe Indijanaca kako pjevaju uz pratnju tupih, podmuklih bubnjeva, ili pak neke dionizijske panonske svatove s harmonikama i zborom pijanih muškaraca. Ti su me udaljeni, jedva raspoznatljivi zvukovi podsjećali na nekakvu zvučnu fatamorganu. Sumnjao sam da haluciniram. Povrh toga, u teksturi drveta i kamena znao sam viđati stilizirane likove, u spletovima lijana i lišća priviđale su mi se one oznake od perja i strelica kojima su Toromone označavali granice svojeg teritorija. A te sam noći, sjedeći uz vatru i slušajući fućkanje tapira, u nestalnim linijama plamena i ponekim obrisima žara, vidio mnoge bezlične likove i neke duhove s tri puta manjim glavama polunalik lubanjama. Pitao sam se, je li ja to ludim ili možda džungla počinje komunicirati samnom jezikom koji uopće ne razumijem.

What I still don’t get though,” ventured John. “Is why you did it?” “Did what?” “Put that dress on in the first place.” “I don’t know really,” said Dennis, a puzzled look crossing his face. “I suppose it’s because it was fun.” “Fun?” said John. “Well you know when we were younger and we used to run around the garden pretending to be Daleks or Spiderman or whatever?” “Yeah.” “It felt like that. Like playing,” said Dennis confidently.

like Daleks in Dr Who.

The Daleks were based on the Nazis.

The Doctor put his hand on Ace's shoulder before they went into the church. 'Time to leave,' he said. Ace looked into the Doctor's grey eyes. 'Yes,' she said. 'Doctor ?' 'Yes ?' 'We did good, didn't we ?' 'Time will tell-it always does.

Beketa smo zatekli nešto posle sedam sati u kafani “Closerie des Lilas” i K. Ga je pomilovala po obrazu, on se zbunio i čini mi se, pocrveneo malo. Isti je kao kad sam ga video poslednji put u Beogradu, samo izgleda još utučeniji, ali ne dalek odviše. Ne vidi dobro, kad je plaćao u kafani, prinosio je šaku s novcem do očiju da bi video. Isto čini i kad treba nešto da pročita. Ne govori mnogo i uglavnom stvari koje ne kazuju ništa naročito. Pošto se raspitivao za moj rad (ništa nije rekao o dramama koje mu je K. poslala, posle “Svedoka”), razgovarao je sa K. O svemu i svačemu, nevažno, uglavnom. Učinilo mi se da je željan da čuje dobru reč o sebi: bar to prima srdačnije nego pre. Sada ima automobil (“deux chevaux”), odlazi na imanje gde ima, kako kaže, dosta drveća. K. Mu je predala moj esej “Gde je Tolstoj” i poklone za njega i Suzanu, a zatim nas je odveo na večeru u jednu preskupu kafanicu. Tu nam je još rekao da sada opet prevodi sebe na engleski i kako je to mučno; zatim da je njegova majka živela u Dablinu još 17 godina posle smrti njegovog oca, da je imao još jednog brata, koji je umro u svojoj 52. godini, od raka, da je ilustrator njegovih pripovedaka neki Rumun, čiji život je tragičan i koga on mnogo voli; da je njegov nećak kod majke glumca Žana Martena (koji je trenutno u Španiji), dok je Rože Bilen, njegov režiser, otišao u Đenevu da postavi Fin de Partie. Oprostili smo se oko 11:30. Pošto smo se već rastali i pošli kući, on je zovnuo K. Da joj se još jednom zahvali za poklone. Ja sam se malo pijan vratio kuči. On je sam, nesrećan, izgubljen čovek.

Exterminate!

Doc-tor, Doc-tor! Exterminate the Doc-tor!

Dalek: You told us to imagine, and we imagined your irrelevance.

Railways, like Daleks, have difficulties in getting up hills.

INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY: TUTORIAL 6 – had been enough on their own to fill Miller with an apocalyptic dread, but the content, delivered in an unfortunate monotone that sounded like a Dalek on Mogadon, was an altogether different level of horrific. ‘As an IT infrastructure technician, you’ll be supporting clients, assisting with troubleshooting and providing solutions so as to problem-solve business-wide infrastructure concerns.’ ‘I think I’m actually slipping into a coma,’ Miller said. ‘You’ll be responsible for workflow management, as well as applying structured IT techniques to both common and non-routine computing issues . . .

Rastao sam kao što na kraju obzora raste olujni oblak. Lijep, nepredvidljiv, sam i dalek.

Adam Mitchell had at last made it upstairs to Van Statten's office. And the Doctor had wanted to rage at him, how dare he be the one who survived? How could he have made it through, when Rose Tyler was dead? It wasn't fair. But he didn't. He wouldn't. Not because he was being kind, but because he knew that once he let his fury out he'd never be able to rein it back in, and it would be over. He didn't know what he would become. Adam sat in a corner of the room, and didn't say anything, and looked guilty. Good, thought the Doctor. I hope your guilt chokes you.

You are a creature of emotion, Doctor. But what use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?

Rose! Get out of the way!" It was the Doctor. But for a moment she couldn't recognize him. It wasn't just because he was carrying a huge gun, and was aiming it directly at her. It was the cold determination on his face. She could have taken the anger, she would have been all right with that. But not the coldness. "No," she said. And a flutter of something else that was new across the Doctor's face. Surprise? No, more - shock. "I'm not going to let you do this," she said.

Then Rose said, "I'm sorry. All those people who died. And all because of me. I didn't know what I was doing..." And he took her in his arms, and she hugged on to him tightly. At last, he let go. "Rose," he said. "Look at me." So she did. And he saw how much she trusted him still, in spite of everything. "You were the only one who showed any kindness or compassion. You were the only one who even came close to knowing what they were doing.

Chesterton,' he said gently, 'this is the hardest part of all for you. I know exactly what you're going through and it's no triumph for me to be right. I have transported us all away from your world and your Universe and we have landed on a new planet. Accept that because you must. Tears and anger will not take you back to Earth, so learn from this new experience and profit by it.

Another survey revealed that while nine out of ten primary school children could identify a Dalek, only a third could recognise and name a magpie.

The Captain, meanwhile, had been rifling through, of all things, the video cabinet. ‘Is anyone going to explain what’s going on?’ he asked, holding up a VHS cassette on which the Doctor could just make out … ah, that was his recording of the Daleks’ master plan. They’d dearly love to get that back, having lost their own copy centuries ago.

Šta može biti uzbudljivije od toga da ponovo prihvatimo neprekinuti život sa svim njegovim obećanjima? Zašto žalimo ljude koji ne mogu putovati - zato što se oni ne mogavši se proširiti izvana ne mogu protegnuti ni u nutrini, ne mogu se učiniti raznovrsnim, pa im je tako oduzeta mogućnost da u samima sebi poduzmu daleke izlete u same sebe i da otkriju ko bi ili šta bi drugo mogli postati.

Pre više od tri stotine godina digao nas je iz naše otadžbine, jedinstvene Andaluzije, strašni, bezumni, bratoubilački vihor, koji i danas ne možemo da shvatimo, i koji ni do danas nije sebe shvatio, razbacao nas svuda po svetu i načinio od nas prosjake kojima ni zlato ne pomaže. Nas je, evo, bacio na Istok, a život na Istoku nije za nas lak ni blagosloven, i što čovek dalje ide i bliže se primiče sunčevom rođaju, sve je gore, jer je zemlja sve mlađa i sirovija a ljudi su od zemlje. I naša je muka u tome što nit’ smo mogli da potpuno zavolimo ovu zemlju kojoj dugujemo što nas je primila i dala nam utočišta, nit’ smo mogli da zamrzimo onu koja nas je nepravedno oterala i prognala kao nedostojne sinove. Ne znamo je li nam teže što smo ovde ili što nismo tamo. Ma gde bili izvan Španije, mi bismo patili, jer bismo dve otadžbine imali uvek, to znam, ali ovde nas je život suviše pritisnuo i unizio. Znam da smo odavno izmenjem, ne pamtimo više ni kakvi smo bili ali se sećamo da smo bili drukčiji. Davno smo krenuli i teško smo putovali i nesrećno smo pali i zaustavili se na ovom mestu, i zato nismo više ni senka onoga što smo bili. Kao prah sa voćke koja ide od ruke do ruke, sa čoveka spadne prvo ono što je najfinije na njemu. Zato smo i mi ovakvi. Ali vi nas znate, nas i naš život, ako se ovo sme životom zvati. Živimo između „okupatora“ i raje, bedne raje i groznih „okupatora“. Odsečeni potpuno od svojih i bliskih, staramo se da čuvamo sve što je špansko, pesme i jela i običaje, ali osećamo kako se sve u nama menja, kvari i zaboravlja. Pamtimo jezik naše zemlje, onakav kakav smo poneli pre tri veka i kakav se više ni tamo ne govori, a smešno natucamo jezik raje sa kojom patimo i „okupatora“ koji nad nama vladaju. Tako da nije možda dalek dan kad ćemo čisto i ljudski moći da se izrazimo samo u molitvi kojoj zapravo i ne treba reči. Ovako usamljeni i malobrojni, ženimo se između sebe i vidimo da nam krv tanča i bledi. Savijamo se i sklanjamo pred svakim, zlopatimo se i dovijamo, što se kaže: na ledu vatru ložimo, radimo, stičemo, štedimo, i to ne samo za sebe i svoju decu nego za sve one koji su jači i drskiji od nas i udaraju nam na život, na obraz, i na kesu. Tako smo sačuvali veru zbog koje smo morali da napustimo svoju lepu zemlju, ali izgubili gotovo sve ostalo. Na sreću, i na našu muku, nismo izgubili iz sećanja ni sliku te naše drage zemlje, onakve kakva je nekad bila, pre nego nas je maćehinski oterala; isto kao što nikad neće ugasnuti u nama želja za boljim svetom, svetom reda i čovečnosti u kom se pravo ide, mirno gleda i otvoreno govori. Toga ne možemo da se oslobodimo kao ni osećanja da, pored svega, takvom svetu pripadamo, iako, prognani i nesrećni, u protivnom živimo. To bismo, eto, hteli da se zna tamo. Da naše ime ne ugine i u tom svetlijem i višem svetu koji se stalno zamračuje i ruši, stalno pomera i menja, ali nikad ne propada i uvek negde i za nekoga postoji, da taj svet zna da ga u duši nosimo, da mu i ovde na svoj način služimo, i da se osećamo jedno sa njim, iako smo zauvek i beznadno rastavljeni od njega.

Svako sjećanje , koliko god mu sadržaj dalek, događa se ''sada'', u trenutku kad ga um prizove. Što se češće prisjećamo, to um ima više prilike prepravljati izvorno iskustvo, jer svako je prisjećanje ponovno stvaranje, a ne reprodukcija.