Character: Doctor Stephen Strange. Page 1

How your ego fits in the armor?

I watched 14 million 625 options for the future.
- How much the winning?
- ... One.

- If you know where it is, you could just call.
- He urged him not to bother, explaining that he prefers exile.
- Hmm.
- Besides, you don't have a phone.
- Never opened. But could throw off the address on e-mails, heard of email?
- Do you have a computer?
- No, why?

- If you know where it is, you could just call.
- He urged him not to bother, explaining that he prefers exile.
- Hmm.
- Besides, you don't have a phone.
- Never opened. But could throw off the address on e-mails, heard of email?
- Do you have a computer?
- No, why?

- Mr. Strange.
Stephen just. What's yours?
- Wong.
- Wong. Just Wong? As Adele or Aristotle, Drake, Bono, Eminem.
- Tom "Invisible sun", "Astronomy Nova", "Codex Imperium", "the Key of Solomon". You read all this?
- Gulp.

Once, I remember, you begged to take you as a disciple. Now questioning every lesson, preferring to learn on their own.
Once, I remember, you told me to open the eye. And now you demand to blindly accept the rules, which made no sense.
Such as a ban on entering the library through the portal?
Wong sneak?

You looked at life through a keyhole. Decades tried to expand it. To see more, know more. And now hearing how to upgrade to incredible limits, you reject this opportunity.
- I reject it because I do not believe in fairy tales about all sorts of chakras, subtle energies and the power of faith. Soul is a religious invention! Man is an accidental collection of atoms. We are a small, pathetic microbes living only a moment at the indifferent universe.
- You underestimate yourself.
- Oh, you all know who I am and what I am. Oh, come on. I can see you through!

- You don't know her and learn from her?
I know that it is constant but unpredictable. Merciful, but implacable. I owe her everything.

- Here is our Holy of Holies. Here an ancient teacher.
- Ancient teacher? And his name is what? Oh yeah, the brains to leave the premises. I'm sorry.

Here? Not exactly wrong door. There seems a lot of Kamatusa.
I, too, was in your place. And also behaved provocatively. So let me give you some advice. Everything I know, leave it on the doorstep.
- Okay.

- Our mystical language is as old as civilization itself. The sorcerers of antiquity called this language is just magic. If these words cut modern your hearing, call the programming of reality at the level of its source code. We draw the energy from other dimensions of the Multiverse. And create shields. And weapons to defend and attack. Using the magic.
But, even if I listened to hand, I still would not repeat. How to achieve such a level?
- How did you learn to do complex operations? To cure people with a broken spine?
- Honed skills for years.

Stephen.
- Wong.
- What do you want?
- About astral reading.
- You're not ready yet.
- Come on, Beyonce. Oh come on, she's a superstar, you can't not know. Laugh ever? Okay, book, be kind.
- I will not.

- It is impossible to subdue the river brute force. It is necessary to log in and submit. And to command its course.
- To command, submitting himself to? Not catch the meaning. Sorry.
- Not all it is. Not everywhere it is needed. You have reached great heights through the intellect. But higher he could not rise. Surrender, Stephen. Turn off your ego. And your strength will be released.

- I found witty.
- Very intelligent?
- Oh, come on! It was nice to talk to. Thanks for the book. For all sorts of bloody history. And the threat of violence.