Creation Page #2
Now that Hooker
and I finally have a bit of clout,
we can start to reclaim science
as a profession.
Wrest it away from the country parsons
and beetle collectors.
- Some of whom are friends.
- Your book will be our rallying point.
No, it won't. There is no book.
There are fragments, and they're not
in any fit state to publish.
I've read your abstract
and the argument is hugely powerful.
Clear evidence of transformation
over millions of years
from a free-swimming prawn
to a shellfish stuck on a rock.
That's my point. You can't be sure of
that, and that's why I need more time.
- Mr Darwin, sir?
- Yes?
Either you are being disingenuous or you
do not fully understand your own theory.
Evidently, what is true of the barnacle
is true of all creatures, even humans.
The Almighty can no longer claim to have
authored every species in under a week.
You've killed God, sir.
You have killed God.
Or to put it another way...
And I say good riddance
to the vindictive old bugger!
- Charles? Charles?
- Oh, no, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Thomas, please.
- Yes, I quite understand.
It is time to write your book.
Strike hard and fast
with a blow that is utterly conclusive.
Really, sir, you...
You talk as if we're at war.
Yes. Science is at war with religion,
and when we win,
we'll finally be rid of
those damned archbishops
and their threats of eternal punishment.
No, Mr Huxley, we...
We live in a society and it is a society
bound together by the Church.
An improbable sort of barque,
I grant you, but at least it floats.
It floats. And you would what?
You would have us all rebuild,
plank by plank,
the very vessel in which we sail?
Oh, come, come, Charles! Did...
Did God's laws change your Fuegians?
Was Jenny the ape any less personable
for not being a person?
Our behaviour, like our physical forms,
evolves according to our needs.
Your very own words, sir!
And thus, in time, we lose those parts
that are no longer required.
Like the appendix, the male nipple,
and finally, thank Christ,
our belief
in an utterly redundant Almighty!
Mr Hooker?
I... implore you,
please do not push him.
No one can push Charles.
You know how fixed he is.
- Bit of a barnacle himself, really.
- Yes.
And if you prise him from his rock,
he will die.
Come on, Hooker. It'll be dark soon.
So, what did she say to you?
She said it was killing him.
Yes. Mighty slow death considering the
length of time he's sat on this stuff.
We shall all be dead and buried
ourselves if he takes much longer.
Yes, since his girl died,
one has to admit...
he's not the man he was.
When are you going to be done
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