I'm a huge Quasi fan.
I make a rod for my own back because people see my novels as quasi documentaries. But it is never history that's the main event of my books. It's my characters.
I was working my first adult job, a quasi journalistic job, writing content for a website. In the offices, we had banks of TVs, papers, a constant media stream, which was unusual for 2001.
The vision that the founding fathers had of rule of law and equality before the law and no one above the law, that is a very viable vision, but instead of that, we have quasi mob rule.
In politics, Joseph Smith was something of a radical. He preached, instead of democracy, a version of theocratic rule within a framework given by his own prophetic leadership. At Nauvoo, Smith affected a Napoleonic uniform and made himself into a general and quasi king of the polity he had constituted.
Phoebus: [Upon realizing that Frollo knows where Esmeralda is hiding and that he will attack, Quasimodo feels as though he should help. Phoebus groans from under the table from which he was hidden from Frollo. Once Frollo leaves, he gets out] We'll have to find the Court of Miracles before daybreak. If Frollo gets there first...
[Starts walking, but Quasimodo does not
follow; he just looks at Phoebus with the saddened realization that Esmeralda loves Phoebus, not him. Phoebus turns to him]
Phoebus: Are you coming with me?
Quasimodo: [Looks down, still saddened] I can't.
Phoebus: [as Quasi gets up] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend.
Quasimodo: Frollo's my master;
I *can't* disobey him again.
[He turns away and grabs his shoulders]
Phoebus: She stood up for you. You've got a funny way of showing gratitude.
[Quasimodo doesn't respond. Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him as he grab his own shoulder]
Phoebus: Well, I'm not going to sit by and watch Frollo *massacre* innocent people.
[Walks
off]
Phoebus: You do what you think is right.
Quasimodo: [He remains silent and then turns to his side. The gargoyles, Hugo, Victor, and Laverne, look at him with disappointment evident in their faces; he speaks softly to them at first, then snaps] What? What am I supposed to do?
[Frustrated and sarcastic tone, in an arm-flailing manner]
Quasimodo: Go out there and rescue the *girl* from the - from the jaws of death, then the *whole town'll* cheer like I'm some kind of a *hero*? She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's *not* me!
[sighs]
Quasimodo: Frollo was right. Frollo was right about everything...
[Looks down; softly]
Quasimodo: and
I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.
[Upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his hand; he recalls what Esmeralda told him of having "no monster lines." He looks onto the floor and sees the scorched wooden sculpture of Esmeralda that he made which Frollo torched earlier. Finally, he pulls out the amulet she gave him earlier that could lead him to her. He then looks up with
hope and realizes how important she was to him and how he is the only one who may know where she is; he just might be able to warn her of Frollo's attack. Laverne taps his shoulder twice and offers his hooded navy cloak]
Quasimodo: [whispering as he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to catch up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.
Frollo: [picks up one of Quasimodo's wooden figures] Isn't this one new? It's awfully good. Looks very much like the Gypsy girl. I know... you helped her ES-CAPE!
Quasimodo: But I...
Frollo: And now all Paris is burning because of YOU!
Quasimodo: She was kind to me, Master.
Frollo:
[destroying all of Quasi's wooden figures] You idiot! That wasn't kindness, it was cunning! She's a Gypsy!
[pulling Quasi by the collar]
Frollo: Gypsies are not capable of real love!
[shaking Quasi]
Frollo: Think, boy! Think of your MOTHER!
Quasimodo: But y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil.
Esmeralda: Who told you that?
Quasimodo: My master, Frollo. He raised me.
Esmeralda: How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you...?
Quasimodo: Cruel? Oh, no. He saved my life! He took me in when no one else
would. I am a monster, you know.
Esmeralda: He told you that?
Quasimodo: *Look* at me.
Esmeralda: [Frowns slightly] Give me your hand.
Quasimodo: What?
Esmeralda: Just let me see it.
[reading Quasimodo's palm]
Esmeralda: Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh,
and *this* one means you're shy. Hmmmmm. Mm, mm, mm... Well, that's funny...
Quasimodo: What?
Esmeralda: I don't see any...
Quasimodo: Any what?
Esmeralda: Monster lines. Not a single one.
Esmeralda: [holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own] Now, you look at me. Do
you think *I'm* evil?
Quasimodo: *No*! No-no, y-you are kind, and *good*, and... and...
Esmeralda: And a Gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
Hugo: Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out there? A fight? A flogging?
Victor: A festival!
Hugo: You mean the Feast of Fools?
Quasimodo: Uh-huh.
Hugo: All right, all right! Pour the wine and cut the cheese.
Victor: It is a treat to watch the colorful pageantry of the
simple peasant folk.
Hugo: [shoving Quasi aside] Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.
Quasimodo: Yeah, watchin'.
[he leaves, downcast]
Hugo: Oh, look, a mime.
[Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him by clapping his hand over his mouth, then Hugo swallows]