Antonius Block: Who are you?Death: I am Death.Antonius Block: Have you come for me?Death: I have long walked by your side.Antonius Block: So I have noticed.Death: Are you ready?Antonius Block: My body is ready, but I am not.
Jof: I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the dark, stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa and the knight and Raval and Jöns and Skat. And Death, the severe master, invites them to dance. He tells them to hold each other's hands and then they must tread the dance in a long row. And first goes the master with his scythe and hourglass, but Skat dangles at the end with his lyre. They dance away from the dawn and it's a solemn dance towards the dark lands, while the rain washes their faces and cleans the salt of the tears from their cheeks.Mia: You with your visions and dreams.
Is this what we offer to modern men's minds? Do they really believe we will take all of this seriously?
It's hell with women, and hell without. Best to kill them all while the fun lasts.