Character: Malcolm

And wisdom tells me not to be overly trusting.

- I lost hope.
Perhaps where I found doubt.

There is no easier to service than to sorrow feigned,
For those who are false.

He died, as if practiced in death.

- I want to know is: did you kill my son, Nelson?
- I do not know. Don't always remember the names of those killed.

The angels in light, though fell serene;
Let her go evil with a face of good - good
Looks like the old days.

Courageously forward!
As no night lasts, the day will come again.

Good good will be
And under the guise of evil.

- Look, all very strange. I measured the speed of vibrations, she has made 15 of Malkolmom in a second!
- 15 what?
15 Malcolmw. This is my little term. The wave length is equal to 10 kilohertz. In four dimensions equals one Malcolm.
Doctor (after a pause): You've named after yourself unit?
- Watt anyway. Besides 100 Malkolmom equal to 1 Bernard.
- Who is it? Your father?
- Do not tell! It is a unit of mass!
- Yes, fine... But before I die of old age (which in my case would even be a tremendous accomplishment, congratulations), is there anyone else who can talk to me?