Nor are you alone

I think, Mr.Gray, there are, um, tremors around us.

Like the vibrations of a note of music, 

hidden music.

Some might be more attuned to them than others.

What do those people do, those who have been chosen? 

They endure uniqueness.

To be alien.

To be disenfranchised from those around you. Is that not a dreadful curse? 

To be different.

To be powerful. Is that not a divine gift? 

To be alone.

To be seeking.

What? 

Another.

Like you.

Who shares your rarity.

Then you are no longer unique.

Nor are you alone.

Penny Dreadful

畫大餅

別人給你畫的大餅咬下去前先看清楚是什麼口味，咬幾口先想清楚，邊咬還要邊張望，不要有餅吃什麼都好，更何況這餅還未必合胃口又不一定健康。