The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.
Roger [Delgado], amongst other things, was terrified of water. This was slightly inconvenient as a large part of The Sea Devils was set at sea; but we knew that Roger would not let us down. There was one sequence, however, during which I got very angry with one of the production team members.
The scene involved Roger and me floating in the sea whilst wearing inflatable immersion suits. We had a hell of a job trying to persuade Roger to get into his immersion suit in the first place, because he knew we were going to put him in the water, and he didn’t want to go in the water. We managed to get him in the suit, and Katy [Manning] and I talked to him very gently — Katy was always very good at calming Roger down — and eventually we reached the point at which he was about to agree to be floated in the water in order to get an establishing shot before a stuntman took his place as the Master was hauled from the water into a boat. Then an assistant director suddenly butted in with: ‘Oh, come on Roger. For God’s sake, we’ve waited enough already…’ I turned on him immediately.
‘Oh belt up!’ I said sotto voce. ‘We’ve had enough trouble getting Roger into the suit in the first place, and now you come up and start upsetting his confidence. Why don’t you just jump into the sea and cool off.’
Michael [Briant], the director, hurried over when he saw what was happening and took the assistant director to one side, saying, ‘Look, leave Roger alone. Let him do it in his own time.’
Eventually, after about forty minutes, the director got the shot he needed of the Master floating in the water. Roger needed gentle persuasion and calm reasoning to get him to do these things, and the fact that he did made me immensely proud of the man. There are not many who can face up to their fears as Roger did, and this made him one of the bravest men I knew.
" — Jon Pertwee, I Am the Doctor (via the-bluest-ink)
50 Days of Amy/Eleven // Day 19: Favorite Screencaps: Vincent & The Doctor
Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
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The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
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Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It’s what sunflowers do.
JO: What happens if the Master wins?
THE DOCTOR: Well the whole of creation is very delicately balanced in cosmic terms, Jo. The Master opens the floodgates of Kronos’ power, all order and all structure will be swept away…nothing will be left but chaos.
JO: Makes it seem sort of.. pointless really, doesn’t it.
THE DOCTOR: I felt like that once when I was young. Blackest day of my life.
JO: How?
THE DOCTOR: Ah well that’s another story. I’ll tell you about it one day. The point is that day was not only the blackest, it was also my best.
JO: What do you mean?
THE DOCTOR: When I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. Behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man - a hermit, a monk. He’d lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and had learned the secret of life. So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me.
JO: And he told you the secret? What was it?
THE DOCTOR: I’m coming to that, Jo; in my own time. I’ll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, it was; a few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. Yes, it was just grey. Grey, grey, grey. The tree the old man sat under well that was ancient and twisted, the old man himself was - he was as brittle and as dry as a leaf in autumn.
JO: But what did he say?
THE DOCTOR: Nothing. Not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless; he listened while I poured out my troubles. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. When I’d finished, he lifted a skeletal hand, and he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at?
JO: No.
THE DOCTOR: A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy, it was. I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life - like a perfectly cut jewel, and the colours, the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. It was the daisiest daisy I’d ever seen.
JO: And that was the secret of life? A daisy? Honestly, Doctor.
THE DOCTOR: Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. Later, I got up and ran down the mountain and I found that the rocks weren’t grey at all. They were red and brown, purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white, shining white in the sunlight! …You still frightened, Jo?
JO: No. Not as much as I was.
- Doctor Who; ‘The Time Monster’
