“Say, Scully?” ventured Murphy, as they lay on their backs beneath the winking stars. “You ever wonder wonder what it might be like to have two teeth?”
A pause; then, softly: “Sometimes I do. It must be … beautiful.”
Deep ponderous pauses on both sides for a while; then Scully asked in turn:
“You ever wonder what it would be like to be Forgiven?”
Something between a moan and a sigh. “All the time, Scully, all the time.”
[Pronunciation note: day-pro-FOON-diss.
It's from the Latin translation of one of the penitential Psalms:
"De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine".]
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