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A look at the lives and relationships among girls at an elite boarding school.
Miss G: The most important thing in life is desire. Miss G: You can achieve anything you want. Miss G: The world is yours for the taking. Miss G: Nothing is impossible for you, my girls. Miss G: All you need is to desire it.
Miss G: [to Fiamma] Stop feeling bad for the others. You can't help being the best.
Miss G: The most important thing in life is desire. You can achieve anything you want. The world is yours for the taking. Nothing is impossible for you, my girls. All you need is to desire it.
Di: She's obviously never read Treasure Island, she has no idea what you're on about. Poppy: Ooh-ahr, it weren't me and you can't prove a thing. Poppy: Ooh-ahr, mind me peg leg and me parrot.
[first lines] Di: Miss G, I wanted to thank you for lending me the book. Miss G: Did you read it? Di: Yes. Miss G: Did you get caught? Di: No. And anyway, I'm not sure what all the fuss is about. I wasn't corrupted. Miss G: Good for you. Let them put that in their pipes.
Rosie: Divinations are ungodly! Poppy: Oh, Rosie, it's Keats!
Fuzzy: [reading letter] Dear team, please don't be cross with me for leaving you in the lurch. There is no place here for me now. And I feel with great certainty that I must chance to make a discovery of my own. I'm not sure I will come across elephants or crocodiles immediately, but I shall write to tell you the minute I do. You must look after each other now, and do your best to be fearless and true. Carry these notions forth into the world, because without you they will simply disappear. Don't fret, I will write soon. And PS, make progress to replace the short bread. Love, Di.
Miss G: Girls, we are angels, eagles! To dive is to fly. Set yourself free of the shackles of conformity. Let nothing hold you back except the air itself. You are between heaven and earth. The rules no longer apply.
Poppy: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear, "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.'