urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:kknightkeira.keira.keira.2009-01-30T05:15:48Zurn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:kknight:401And we're all standing in the center of the stage.2009-01-30T03:21:55Z2009-01-30T05:15:48Z<center><div style="line-height: 12.9pt; font-size: 25pt; width: 580px;" align="justify"><br><span style="color:; font-size: 40.5px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -4px;" align="right">Eliza, you're magnificent.</span><br><font face="courier new"><font color="#000000"><font size="4">Five minutes ago, you were a millstone around my neck, and now you're a tower of strength, a consort battleship. I like you this way.<br><br />Goodbye, Professor Higgins. You shall not be seeing me again.</font></font></font></div></center>