London 1943

C: What's with the book?

J: I've been updating. Photography's "in", now.

C: And progress marches ever onward.

J: You don't approve?

C: Oh, I'm all for it. It's fascinating. For the first time in history, I've managed to watch a species plot its own extinction.

J: Come on, Devil. Things aren't all that grim. Photography's not about to bring the world to a fiery end.

C: Not directly. But considering how little imagination you had to begin with, you need all of the practice you can get. Photography may not kill the world, but taking the time to sketch your portraits might save it.

J: I think our imagination is just fine.

C: Your entire species is still surviving off of what it discovered thousands of years ago. You don't invent any more - you discover. I'm suprised you managed to survive 1480 - I'll be shocked if you last until the end of this century.

J: Care to place a bet on that?

C: What's the point? If I'm right, from whom shall I collect.

J: That's why I like you, Devil. You've got a bitch streak a mile wide.