Do you know what you used to be?
No, what did I used to be?
Nice! You used to be nice! And now, do you know what you are? Not nice.
Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it? But will I tell ya something that does last?
What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.
Music lasts.
Knew it!
And paintings last. And poetry lasts.
So does niceness.
Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?
Who?
Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.
Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.
And who else will?
Who else will what?
Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...

