Où tend le vain effort de deux bouches unies?
Le plus long des baisers trompe notre dessein;
Et comment appuyer nos langueurs infinies
Sur la fragilité d'un sein?
— And I'm telling you... water that cold, like right down there... it hits you like 1000 knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe... You can't think. Least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said I don't have a choice I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the rail and... and get me off the hook here.
— You're crazy.
— That's what everybody says but... with all due respect, miss... I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.
One's sense of cold is relative to one's experience.
No one can convince me that optimism or confidence is warm enough.
— We'll be there soon.
— You'd better have a spatula. My ass is frozen to this yak.
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