Varinia:
What are you thinking about?
Spartacus:
I'm free. And what do I know? I don't even know how to read.
Varinia:
You know things that can't be taught.
Spartacus:
I know nothing. Nothing. And I wanna know. I want to... I wanna know.
Varinia:
Know what?
Spartacus:
Everything! Why a star falls and a bird doesn't, where the sun goes at night, why the moon changes shape. I wanna know where the wind comes from.
Varinia:
The wind begins in a cave: far to the north, a young god sleeps in that cave. He dreams of a girl and he sighs, and the night wind stirs with his breath.
[laughs]
Spartacus:
I wanna know all about you. Every line, every curve. I wanna know every part of you. Every beat of your heart.
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