[The coffee and wine have been set down, a hand resting on the surface they've been placed upon. The other is half-raised, fingers curled as Stephen looks at it- as if blaming it for this strangeness.]
Half my life Is books, written pages Live and learn from fools and from sages
[Once again, he looks towards Ariel- taking a step towards him.]
You know it's true, oh All the things come back to you!
[There's an urgency in his voice at the last, as if he's trying to express something that even the song can't quite put in to words. But damn it, he's trying, and if singing's the only way he can get an iota of that out, well-
no subject
Half my life
Is books, written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
[Once again, he looks towards Ariel- taking a step towards him.]
You know it's true, oh
All the things come back to you!
[There's an urgency in his voice at the last, as if he's trying to express something that even the song can't quite put in to words. But damn it, he's trying, and if singing's the only way he can get an iota of that out, well-
Then he'll damn well embrace it.]