Magneto (Daniel Day Lewis) :.. ".. and the one man I know I truly am is.. Raskolnikov.. Raskolnikov.. for I know the true horror of the soul as does Raskolnikov.. and as Raskolnikov I feel myself as the murdering wound of innocence.. as Raskolnikov I feel myself bearing down with unparalleled, infinite aggression against terrified innocence.. against Lizaveta.. against Lizaveta.. and I am Magneto and like Raskolnikov I feel myself under the Raven Shade of Macbeth.. I have the soul of Macbeth like Raskolnikov.. and feel murder as my future.. as if I have a destiny that is.. such a disappointment to humanity.. that I fight my dismal, half-hearted war for mutantkind and find myself half-heartedly betraying mutantkind and humankind both.. in the bargain of dangerous adventurer's destiny.. and this inward viscerally crushing disappointment that I feel as the inward caving core physiologically of Raskolnikov myself.. their is something sensual to such an inward caving selfsame core disappointment.. to feel such a powerful sensation of the disappointment of destiny within myself.. their is something so overwhelmingly, even volcanically sensual about this disappointment.. and perhaps this has been the pleasant, fair and foul a day momentum of Raskolnikov's consciousness as well.. feeling the sensation of disappointment of destiny within himself and feeling it as something overwhelming sensual.. like an ocean within oneself of .. sensuality.. of the dismay of sensuality and the sensuality of dismay.. and this is the Raven Shade that Raskolnikov and myself both feel ourselves under.. as Iago said.. ".. if we had not one weight of reason to balance another of sensuality..".. wait.. the word is different than.. ".. on weight of reason..".. ".. if we had not one gram of reason to balance another of sensuality...".. wait.. ".. if we had not one dram of eale of reason to balance another of sensuality..."... ".. if we had not one scale of reason to balance another of sensuality..."... ".. why the very blood and baseness of our wills or natures would deliver us to most preposterous conclusions...".. and blood and baseness of inner visceral pleasant warm caving of one's inner social stomach.. ".. social stomach..".. that's a phrase of James Joyce's "Finnegans Wake.."... ".. not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality...".. so does that make the power of reason the power of hope against hope.. does that make the power of reason the power of hopeless, unfounded, even preposterous hope is the very will and power of reason...?..."...
Magneto monologue written for Daniel Day Lewis.. by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp...
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