[Mr. Clare discusses what true evil looks like to Oscar Putney]
John Clare : True evil is... above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn't have... cloven hooves. He is beautiful and offers your heart's desire in whispered airs. Like a Siren, beckoning you to her ruinous shore.
Oscar Putney : And what do you do, when that Siren sings?
John Clare : You save your soul... or you give it to her.
Oscar Putney : But then you're damned.
John Clare : But you're not alone.
[Mr. Clare and Oscar Putney discuss the exhibit of Pandora's box]
Oscar Putney : Interestingly, I thought about putting Pandora and her wicked box in the exhibit. But in the end I didn't. I mean, how could you show what the box contained?
John Clare : I could tell you. A mirror. Nothing but a mirror.
[Lavinia Putney talks to Mr. Clare after trapping him in his cell]
Lavinia Putney : It was ever so suspenseful. Would you question all the new construction? Would you creep in and take a look? But I told my parents you're a man of honor.
John Clare : You were mistaken.
Lavinia Putney : [Lavinia smiles] Then why are you in that cell, Mr. Clare? In truth, I'm all the glad it was I who got to entrap you so artfully. God, all those tedious discussions we had. Not everyone shares your mania for poetry.
[Oscar Putney tells Mr. Clare he will be the Putney's freak attraction]
John Clare : You're to put me on display?
Oscar Putney : Not just you, pet. What can the carnival escapologist or fortune teller compare to living, breathing freaks?
John Clare : You can't keep me here.
Oscar Putney : But of course we can. That's the point, Sonny Jim. Scream your lungs out if you like. No one will hear. And even they could, who would care? You know Londoners. What care they for the suffering of malformed brutes? They will look and they will point... and they will pay. I've tasted success, Sir... and it's a meal I now wish to devour.