apophenic dreams.
"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
- C.S. Lewis
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Amy: My God, there’s two of them. Really, actually, two of them. It’s like a nightmare, only worse.John: Like it’s not bad enough with one, ranting on,Amy: Rambling about science, and the stupidest things,John: And then, when you don’t get it and try to have them explain-Amy and John: and they just. keep. talking.[pause] Amy: I’m going to get some air.John: Right behind you.
If ever the highly unlikely (yet seemingly inevitable) crossover happens… I think Dr. Watson and Amy will be the best of friends. Their conversations would probably be something like:
“Oh my god who destroyed the kitchen this time? Yours or mine?”
“There’s a head in the fridge. Most likely yours.”
“The one that’s still wearing an Egyptian headdress that existed only centuries ago? Definitely yours!”
“Hey, I resent that, yours could have broken into a museum!”
“THE HEAD WAS STILL BLINKING AT ME!”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpoqyh1dVO1qcf06zo1_250.png)
