Clara Oswin Oswald waits for a certain person that she's only seen in dreams. A man with his feet on the ground but his head in the clouds - a person she knows will need her, a person she cannot afford to miss.
Looking for a person of unknown status in a world of class distinction, she lives so as to encompass the widest possible span. Among the high: she takes a position as lofty as her birthright allows her to reach: a governess to a well-to-do family. Among the low (who see and hear much) a barmaid's role. Inconstant, crossway athwart society, she olny hopes that he will not pass in the Queen's company, unseen, titled, a Lord, out of reach.
Doctor Simeon's path is straight. Utterly compelled and guided by a powerful force, a daemon that speaks only to him. A voice that mirrors back his every utterance, emphasizes his will, makes him ever more himself. Singular, splendidly isolated. The power is his alone. The power is him. As his intelligence grows yet greater, he sets his gaze up his constant star.
Inconstancy, in principle the opener of minds beyond mere greatness.
Consistancy? The frozen bite of snow.
(After, THE SNOWMEN)
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