HAECKEL: Our specimen. Before it... deliquesced. I believe it was spherical.
NECTAR: It wasn't spherical.
HAECKEL: Almost spherical.
NECTAR: Not even that, Sir.
HAECKEL: SNAPS: If it had not been so badly disfeatured, it's sphericality would have been quite beyond dispute.
NECTAR: But, Sir...
HAECKEL: MOUNTING DISPLEASURE: I have been trained in the techniques of precise observation. Can you claim such abilities?
NECTAR: MEEKLY: No, Sir...
HAECKEL: Then trust me when I say this creature - in its original state - was... spherical.
NECTAR: Yes, Sir.
HAECKEL RELAXES SOMEWHAT.
NECTAR CONTINUES SCOOPING THE REMAINS INTO THE BOX.
HAECKEL: I do believe the Creator must have loved spheres when he established our universe. The Earth, for instance, is a sphere and within it are other spheres. The Core, the mantle, the lithosphere - all spheres. And upon The Earth, the hydrosphere - which is the ocean upon which we sail. Further spheres partition the air we breathe - the troposphere, the stratosphere, together they form the atmosphere. And beyond these, the spheres of the heavens: of planets, of stars, and the universe itself is called by some a hypersphere. I wonder sometimes, too, if time itself is not a sphere.
USING HIS HANDS TO SHAPE IMAGINARY SPHERES.
Oh, spheres. He loved them. He loved their faultless curvature....