How we cite our quotes:
"It is time," said Rezia.
The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time. (4.47-48)
Rezia’s efforts to get Septimus to the doctor are kind of futile. She can barely communicate with him, since he doesn’t take her words at face value.