Not what is happening, but what has happened. If only the confounded booksellers in Paris would send me the books; but I believe all the booksellers in the universe have conspired against me. Think of it, for the last two months not a single one has ever answered my communications, neither letters nor abusive telegrams. I shall go mad over it, and I can't imagine what's the matter. (DOCTOR: Oh, I suppose it's the usual carelessness; you mustn't let it vex you so.) But the devil of it is I shall not get my treatise done in time, and I know they are working along the same lines in Berlin. But we shouldn't be talking about this--but about you. If you care to live here we have rooms for you in the wing, or perhaps you would rather live in the old quarters? (DOCTOR: Just as you like.) No, as you like. Which is it to be?

Captain Monologue from The Father

Rehearse Captain's monologue