Paul McGann, Peter Copley - Father and Son, Son and Father
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I can see why people would want John's baptism.
Really invigorating. A refreshing dip on a sweaty day.
Could catch on in the hot climate.
This is my Son, the Beloved. My favour rests on him.
What on earth?
You heard.
That's funny, I thought that I've heard something.
You did. This is my Son, Beloved.
What was that?
Don't panic.
What is happening?
I am what I am.
I hear you clearly.
God help me. What do you want?
Don't be afraid.
Can you say it again?
I'm not normally in the habit of repeating myself. Thou art my Son, Beloved.
With thee I am well pleased.
You've changed it!
So?
But that's very different.
"My favour rests on him" sounds comforting.
And "with thee I am well pleased"?
That is something to be earned, that's a struggle, a crisis. Am I right?
If that's the way you see it, then that's the way it feels.
And does the hint of the sinister?
Sinister?
From the general to the particular. Maybe, if you have your favour, but how many are given the chance to earn your pleasure? And risk not getting either?
Don't like earn. But you're right about risk. There is a particular task for my Beloved.