William: Mrs. Blake, any chance of a little divinity tonight?
William: (Louder) Mrs. Blake, any chance of a little divinity tonight?
(The sound of a kettle boiling on a stove.)
William: Ow! Bloody engraver’s now gone and disfigured Job. What will become of my close dark Harmony of Light and Shade?
Mrs. Blake: Mr. Blake, are you having visions again?
William: No yet. But I feel that I might if we wander up to the chamber.
Mrs. Blake: (Standing in the doorjamb dressed only in a nightgown) Mr. Blake, would you like to pray now?
William: By the spirit of Flea, I would, Mrs. Blake.
Mrs. Blake: Then blow out the candle.
(William blows out the candle. They climb the rickety stairs in the dark.)
William: Should we do it on our Knees or can we do it Standing up like we did the last time Mrs. Blake?
Mrs Blake: Oh, William, you are worse than Los and the Eternal Prophet. You know I like to do it under the sheets.