The line about seeing ourself as others see us is actually by Robert Burns (the antimatter twin of Robert Frost?! Burns? Frost? Geddit??), the man who's so popular in Scotland that they named a night after him. The poem's called "To A Louse" and it's written in that strange Scots dialect he wrote most of his poems in (basically, the words are spelled the way Jamie talks).

And, yeah, while we're doing the mutual appreciation thing, that story of yours is really very good you know; it's on my little list of fics that I've read that have made an impression on me and made me want to try and write different, more ambitious sort of stuff than I otherwise might (because you know, left to my own devices I'd just churn out reams of stuff about those Edwardian Torchwood people and Seven and Ace being awesome, which is admittedly would not necessarily be a _bad_ thing, but still...). And, well, being a typical insecure male, I'd never admit to getting teary at, like, _fanfic_, but it did make me do that manly-man "Gahh, I've got something in my eye...again!" thing a couple of times. XD