[Does he like it? Does he like it? Has there ever been a question presented to a man that is so thoroughly and wantonly unwarranted? Unnecessary? Completely pointless? Does he like it? Does he like being alive? Does he enjoy being wealthy? Does he participate in the material world specifically to indulge in every human desire he can? Do you enjoy breathing? Do you enjoy having a soul that can appreciate the most complicated and inner workings of your fellow man?
Do you enjoy the sound of your own art?
Can you appreciate the scope of living forever? Can you survive knowing that your music may change the scope of music for the future?
Would you like to live, conceivably, forever, in the memories of those who have heard you and now, with a disc, to anyone who has a moment to listen?
Jaskier clears his throat, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.]
I like it. [He's listening. Truly. He only --] You... you mean to improve it? Even more than this? It can be improved? [His eyes grow wider.] Gods, if we can send the same -- or better -- to Libertas and Aquila, and the requisite machines, I would absolutely be in your debt, Viktor. I can't even -- honestly, even I can't put into words what this would mean to me.
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Do you enjoy the sound of your own art?
Can you appreciate the scope of living forever? Can you survive knowing that your music may change the scope of music for the future?
Would you like to live, conceivably, forever, in the memories of those who have heard you and now, with a disc, to anyone who has a moment to listen?
Jaskier clears his throat, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.]
I like it. [He's listening. Truly. He only --] You... you mean to improve it? Even more than this? It can be improved? [His eyes grow wider.] Gods, if we can send the same -- or better -- to Libertas and Aquila, and the requisite machines, I would absolutely be in your debt, Viktor. I can't even -- honestly, even I can't put into words what this would mean to me.