(adjusting his coat, his voice carefully measured but carrying a faint tremor of nerves): Ah, yes. Well... I’ve been studying ancient cosmologies, Doctor. Egyptian, Babilonic, Astec. The connections between celestial alignments and... human potential. It’s an area I understand you’ve written on—or at least touched upon, indirectly, in your lectures and papers. The rituals are—ah—just a part of the broader study. They’re, uh, methods for understanding certain truths about the universe. You’ve, no doubt, encountered references to such practices in your own work. Fragments of... deeper knowledge.

Wilbur Whateley (leaning in, his voice low but charged with menace): And I’ve told you, that I’m no mere tourist here to gawk at curiosities. The volumes in that section—they hold truths you can’t begin to comprehend. Let me through, or you’ll regret keeping me out. You don’t understand what’s at stake. Keeping me from these books... it would be better for you to step aside, Miss.

(snarling): They do not understand! Not you… not them! It must be done—our blood demands it! OUR BLOOD DESERVES IT! Gor'ya phal… Vhulnah'maei ishr'nat… The Gate is near! The Gate is near!