“Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes in one everlasting whisper, day and night repeated — so: “Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges — Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!” Kipling!
Exactly the sort of thing that Clark would have just cut out of the show. No, people they don’t want poetry, love. They want to see your hand almost get cut off, you nearly fall of a cliff. After a while you kind of lose the urge to say it.