Werewolf of London Page #2

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Are you planning on staying

in England long?

No. I return to California on the fourth.

I've made my home there.

How does it feel to have

a flying school of one's own?

To be able to hop across

from San Francisco to Tokio...

in the twinkling of an eye?

At this moment, I ask nothing more of life.

Really?

A very enchanting mood to be in:

To ask nothing more of life.

Are you in that mood, Lisa?

Anyway, I'm in that mood.

All these lovely flowers about.

How true. Only God can make a daffodil.

The poet said, "Only God

can make a tree," Aunt Ettie.

Isn't it just as difficult

to make a daffodil, Wilfred?

Much more so.

Here's a nice, fat frog for you,

my dear Carnelia. Here we are.

Ettie Coombes, what's happened?

- A plant just ate a frog.

- A what?

- A what?

- Frog.

Heretic! Bringing a beastly thing

like that into Christian England.

Nature is very tolerant, sir.

She has no creeds.

Quite so.

May I congratulate you, sir...

on the amazing collection of plants

you've assembled here.

Thank you.

Evolution was in a strange mood...

- when that creation came along.

- Yes.

It makes one wonder...

just where the plant worid leaves off...

and the animal worid begins.

Have I met you before, sir?

In Tibet, once. But only for a moment...

- in the dark.

- In the dark?

Let me introduce myself again.

DR. YOGAMl:
I am Dr. Yogami.

How do you do, sir?

Like yourself, a student, a nurturist of plants.

Dr. Yogami.

Pardon?

Do I understand you to say,

that we met in Tibet?

Yes.

And unless I'm mistaken,

we were both on a similar mission.

Yes?

Would it be intrusive if I should ask you...

- if you were successful?

- In what?

In obtaining a specimen...

of the Mariphasa lumina lupina:

The phosphorescent wolf flower.

Well, you know...

it blooms only under the rays of the moon.

My specimens died on the journey back.

As a scientist, sir, as a botanist...

you actually believe that this flower...

- takes its life from moonlight?

- I do.

So far I've been unsuccessful...

in persuading mine to bloom by moonlight...

or any other kind of light.

Let me see them.

I'm very sorry.

I'll have to ask you to excuse me.

May I go along with you?

Lee!

- You'll pardon me?

- Of course.

No one's called me Lee for years.

So what's happened to you?

You were the gayest,

happiest creature in the worid once.

What's happened to you?

I have a toothache today.

I never seem to be able

to rise above a toothache.

It makes me want to howl, break things...

pull noses, tweak ears, screech.

Yes, you were always

a good screecher as a child.

But I'll say this for you, you were truthful.

I'd hate to see you turn into a liar.

Liar?

Yes, it isn't a toothache

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