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Margrethe And sooner or later there will come a time when all our children are laid to dust, and all our children's children.
Bohr When no more decisions, great or small, are ever made again. When there's no more uncertainty, because there's no more knowledge.
Margrethe And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?
Heisenberg But in the meanwhile, in this most precious meanwhile, there it is. The trees in Faelled Park. Gammertingen and Biberach and Mindelheim. Our children and our children's children. Preserved, just possibly, by that one short moment in Copenhagen. By some event that will never quite be located or defined. By that final core of uncertainty at the heart of things.
from Michael Frayn's Copenhagen
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