- Gideon ! My messiah ! Look at me ! I can be the perfect girl ! I'll do anything you've ever wanted ! Anything !
- Hmm. What's your I.Q. ?
- 120 !
- Forget it, retard.
The smell is appalling and there's noise from beyond the mirror door ; a relentless antiphonic clashing and roaring. I imagine agonized women giving birth to dreadful machines. Choir singing in Hell might sound that way.
Payot - Marque Page - Grant Morrison - Klaus