A few weeks ago, courtesy of the BBC iplayer, I watched, in the name of cultural improvement, the entire last series of ‘Doctor Who’. It was mighty fine. Bar the horrendous two-parter about Homo reptilius. And there was one particular exchange, that I thought was just sweetly simply sadly perfect, so I thought I’d hide it in here in between a few other posts
Don’t read this if you haven’t watched the episode called ‘Vincent and the Doctor’ and you think you might like to at some point.
So, the Doctor and Amy went to visit Vincent Van Gogh who was having a rough time. Together they had great adventures, defeated a monster and, with the help of that handy time machine, left him feeling worthwhile, on top of the world and ready to paint amazing pictures. Amy thought their visit would change history and Vincent wouldn’t end up doing himself in. But this wasn’t the case. Amy feels as if their trip has been pointless, but the Doctor thinks differently:
Amy: We didn’t make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn’t say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. (He hugs Amy) The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.