Romance of words

Destinee 2022-03-18 08:01:01

On account of lacking enough time, I meant to watch this film instead of the original work. But now I determine to appreciate this book, since I believe the plot will be complete and meaty that engages me more.
In the typical English romance, for me what the two protagnists talked with each other sounds like a song lingering on my ears.

they say that women change
'Tis so,
but you are ever-constant in your changefulness
like that still thread from the falling river,
one from source to last embrace in the still pool
and ever renewed,
and ever moving on
from first to last,
a myriad of water droped
and you-
i love you for it-
are the force that moves that holds the form

These things are there. The garden and the tree
The serpent and its root, the fruit of gold
The woman in the shadow of the boughs
The running water and the grassy space.
They are and were there . At the old world' rim,
In the Hespidean grove, the fruit
Glowed golden on eternal boughs, and there
The dragon Ladon crisped his jewelled crest
Scraped a gold claw and sharped a silver tooth
And dozed and waited through eternity
Until the tricksy hero Herakles
Came to his depossession and the theft.

Ash must be a fabulous poet who wrote such spectaculous words that really moved me. I can understand the conflict in Belly's heart. On the one hand, she loved the man who was always resisting to
admit his feeling, and longed for develop further relationship with him. On the other hand, she was scared. She was reminded of the relationship and the pathetic ending of Ash's true love, all her own love affairs and others. All love turns out to be ashes of time.

Even though a man's flame burns up his lover, even he makes her breath-taking, when they are confronted with the fierce reality, they have to choose to sacrifice or make a compromise.

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Possession quotes

  • [first lines]

    Randolph Ash: They say that women change. 'Tis so, but you are ever-constant in your changefulness. Like that still thread of falling river, one from source to last embrace, in the still pool ever-renewed and ever-moving on, from first to last, a myriad water-drops.

  • Randolph Ash: You cut me, Madam.

    Christabel LaMotte: I'm sorry. I only meant to scratch.