Anthony Bridgerton: I thought this sort of thing was supposed to be your pleasure.

Benedict Bridgerton: Poetry, yes. Byron, heavens, no.

Anthony Bridgerton: Is not everyone supposed to love Byron?

Benedict Bridgerton: Many in our year at Cambridge thought my poetry far superior to his.

Anthony Bridgerton: Does that mean yours is more or less deceitful?

Benedict Bridgerton: Deceitful?

Anthony Bridgerton: Mmm.

Benedict Bridgerton: Poetry is the opposite, Brother. It is the art of revealing precious truth with words.

Anthony Bridgerton: Quite right, Brother. You... You're being serious?

Benedict Bridgerton: Mm-hmm.

Anthony Bridgerton: Good God. Good night.