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“Doc was collecting marine animals in the Great Tide Pool on the tip of the Peninsula. It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals. Crabs rush from frond to frond of the waving algae. Starfish squat over mussels and limpets, attach their million little suckers and then slowly lift with incredible power until the prey is broken from the rock. And then the starfish stomach comes out and envelops its food. Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers. And black eels poke their heads out of crevices and wait for prey. The snapping shrimps with their trigger claws pop loudly. The lovely, colored world is glassed over. Hermit crabs like frantic children scamper on the bottom sand. And now one, finding an empty snail shell he likes better than his own, creeps out, exposing his soft body to the enemy for a moment, and then pops into the new shell. A wave breaks over the barrier, and churns the glassy water for a moment and mixes bubbles into the pool, and then it clears and is tranquil and lovely and murderous again. Here a crab tears a leg from his brother. The anemones expand like soft and brilliant flowers, inviting any tired and perplexed animal to lie for a moment in their arms, and when some small crab or little tide-pool Johnnie accepts the green and purple invitation, the petals whip in, the stinging cells shoot tiny narcotic needles into the prey and it grows weak and perhaps sleepy while the searing caustic digestive acids melt its body down. Then the creeping murderer, the octopus, steals out, slowly, softly, moving like a gray mist, pretending now to be a bit of weed, now a rock, now a lump of decaying meat while its evil goat eyes watch coldly. It oozes and flows toward a feeding crab, and as it comes close its yellow eyes burn and its body turns rosy with the pulsing color of anticipation and rage. Then suddenly it runs lightly on the tips of its arms, as ferociously as a charging cat. It leaps savagely on the crab, there is a puff of black fluid, and the struggling mass is obscured in the sepia cloud while the octopus murders the crab. On the exposed rocks out of water, the barnacles bubble behind their closed doors and the limpets dry out. And down to the rocks come the black flies to eat anything they can find. The sharp smell of iodine from the algae, and the lime smell of calcareous bodies and the smell of powerful protean, smell of sperm and ova fill the air. On the exposed rocks the starfish emit semen and eggs from between their rays. The smells of life and richness, of death and digestion, of decay and birth, burden the air. And salt spray blows in from the barrier where the ocean waits for its rising-tide strength to permit it back into the Great Tide Pool again. And on the reef the whistling buoy bellows like a sad and patient bull.”

“Doch der springende Punkt all dieser Serien, das, worauf sie immer zusteuern, wird leicht übersehen: Sie enden damit, dass ausnahmslos alle ihrer Protagonistinnen und Protagonisten Partnerinnen und Partner finden, Familien gründen und sich Leben aufbauen, in denen die vormals gefeierten Freundschaften nur eine untergeordnete oder gar keine Rolle mehr spielen. Die während der Serie hoch gehaltenen Codes und Regeln der Freundschaft gelten zu ihrem Ende nicht mehr, wenn ihre Heldinnen und Helden im sicheren Hafen traditioneller Liebesbeziehungen angekommen sind.”

“Doch dieses Mal war Lerio nicht schnell genug. Er hatte losgelassen und zwei Schritte gemacht, als der Panther schon herumgewirbelt war und sich auf ihn gestürzt hatte. Die Luft wurde ihm aus den Lungen gepresst, als die viel größere Raubkatze ihn halb unter sich begrub und ihm die Zähne in den Nacken presste. Warmer Atem strich über seinen Hals und Lerio erstarrte.”

“Doch erst als Zacharias drei Schritte vor und an seinem hünenhaften Vordermann vorbeitrat, erkannte er die Ursache für ihre Angst. Allerdings sah das Orakel in Zacharias’ Augen nicht im Geringsten furchteinflößend aus, nur ungewohnt. Die Magischen besaßen eine andere Knochenstruktur als sie, sodass leicht der Eindruck entstehen konnte, etwas wäre mit ihren Gesichtern und Körpern nicht richtig. Ihre hellen Augen leuchteten, wenn sie Magie wirkten. Irritierend empfanden die meisten auch das Fehlen jeglicher Augenbrauen, während die übrige Körperbehaarung mit der der Menschen identisch war. Trotz aller Ähnlichkeiten war eine Verwechselung beider Rassen ausgeschlossen. Zusätzlich zu ihrer Fähigkeit, Magie zu wirken, hatten die Magischen eine Lebenserwartung von mehreren Tausend Jahren.”

“Doch Iani schwieg und hob stattdessen nur beide Hände. Verschiedenfarbige Lichter stiegen von seinen Handflächen auf, tanzten über den Fingerspitzen und formten sich zu kleinen und dann zu immer größeren phantastischen Wesen. Zacharias hielt inne, wie verzaubert starrte er auf die bunten Figuren. »Dies ist einer der Zauber, die ein Magischer als Erstes lernt«, erklärte Iani, während Zacharias weiter auf die wilde Magie blickte und nicht imstande war, auch nur einen Funken Furcht oder Abscheu zu empfinden. »Licht. So rein, so simpel … aber der Zauber dient nicht der Erfüllung Ihrer Queste. Ich habe ihn allein zu Ihrer Unterhaltung gewoben und um Ihnen etwas zu zeigen. Verstehen Sie, was das bedeutet?«”

“Doch reicht es, wenn ich in meinen romantischen Beziehungen oder Freund*innenschaften Verantwortung übernehme? Reicht es, wenn ich nur in diesen Verhältnissen daran interessiert bin, Machtgefälle und patriarchale Hierarchien zu beseitigen, aber außerhalb dieser Beziehungen anderer Menschen - insbesondere weibliche Personen, Lesb*innen und Queers - weiter erniedrige und ausbeute? Reicht es, wenn ich eine gute Freundin bin, aber eine unsolidarische Arbeitskollegin?”

“Docs are more exhausting because of the physical labor that's required. Feature filmmaking is more exhausting because of politics and the bullshit. You get to the point of rolling film and until you lock picture it's one political game after another. They're both struggles for survival. They are two different worlds.”

“Doctor Gilyard was right, Juliet and I do have a lot in common. She lost her mother, I lost my mother. She lost her father, I lost my father. She had to start again, I had to start again. She had to pretend to be someone else, I had to pretend to be someone else. But where she was better for it, I was worse. Where she used what happened to make her stronger, I held on to it. I let it distil into something filthy and black. And I hated her for that. Hated her.”

“Doctor … I’m going mad; the final complete flip, it’s swooping down out of the hills at me!” He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. “No, Leland, not you. You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It’s become almost impossible for you to ‘go mad’ in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently ‘went mad’ and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now”—And I think he even went so far as to yawn—“you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You all are too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard. Another thing: all of you have a talent for releasing frustration through clever fantasy. And you, you are the worst of the lot on that score. So … you may be neurotic as hell for the rest of your life, and miserable, maybe even do a short hitch at Bellevue and certainly good for another five years as a paying patient—but I’m afraid never completely out.”

“Doctor Johnson said, that in sickness there were three things that were material; the physician, the disease, and the patient: and if any two of these joined, then they get the victory; for, Ne Hercules quidem contra duos [Not even Hercules himself is a match for two]. If the physician and the patient join, then down goes the disease; for then the patient recovers: if the physician and the disease join, that is a strong disease; and the physician mistaking the cure, then down goes the patient: if the patient and the disease join, then down goes the physician; for he is discredited.”

“Doctor MacKenzie says "Sometimes I think the Victorians had the right idea. When you lost a family member back then you were suppose to be in full mourning, dress in nothing but black, for a whole year. Then you went into something they called 'half mourning' for another full year, adn during those two years, you were pretty much expected to have emotional breakdowns, you could do it whenever you felt you needed to, and everybody would support you. Now?, A month after a tragedy, maybe two, and you're expected to be all better-or down pills so you can pretend you are.”

“Doctor Not Butcher (Medical Anthem Sonnet) We are the Doctors, Our worship is to the ailing. We don't bow to politicians, Nor to bureaucratic bullying. Service to the sick is service to the divine. There is no greater divinity, than being a human lifeline. We don't recognize borders, We don't recognize states. Patientcare is our national anthem, Reward of medicine is smiling patients. Dead doctor postpones death, Living doctor improves life. While butcher doctors monetize malady, To empower life, real doctors strive.”

“Doctor Parcival began to plead with George Willard. 'You must pay attention to me,' he urged. 'If something happens you will be able to write the book that I may never get written. The idea is very simple, so simple that if you are not careful you will forget it. It is this - that everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified. That's what I want to say. Don't you forget that. Whatever happens, don't you dare let yourself forget that.”

“Doctor's Sonnet A doctor is one who's gentle as a bird, A doctor is one who's brave as a soldier, A doctor is one who's amusing as a clown, A doctor is one who's caring as a mother. Treating the sick is not a comfort job, It is a difficult life without leisure and lure. If all you want are wealth and tranquility, Trade in your medical license for a liquor store. The world is filled with doctors most cold, Many don't practice medicine but self-centricity. Instruments and intellect don't make a doctor, Without warmth all pills lose their efficacy. Healthcare means aid first talk rules later. Better a kindhearted fool than a heartless monster.”

“Doctor: 'You do not fear death. You think this makes you strong. It makes you weak.' Bruce: 'Why?' Doctor: 'How can you move faster then possible, fight longer then possible, without the most powerful impulse of the spirit? The fear of death.' Bruce:'I do fear death. I fear dying in here while my city burns. And there's no one there to save it.' Doctor: 'Then make the climb.' Bruce: 'How?' Doctor: 'As the child did - without the rope. Then fear will find you again.”