A Letter from a Strange Woman 1948 Essay

Marques 2022-03-26 09:01:12

It doesn't feel as good as the original. I like this kind of thinking in the original book that I like you, and it has nothing to do with you. At the end of the original work, it just said that the male protagonist was in a mess, there were no photos, and there was no drama like remembering who the female protagonist was. It's not clear why the adaptation wants the heroine to get married. Didn't the original book say that the hero should remain free for the sake of it. As far as I am concerned, if you get married, it is a contract, and then getting married and looking for a male protagonist will not put yourself at a moral disadvantage, I feel that a real female protagonist would not do such a thing. There is also no such thing as the heroine becoming a socialite in order to provide a better environment for the children. Personally, I feel that this is more in line with the heroine's character. I don't like this adaptation of '48. I still think the original is better. Although I have never understood whether it is really possible to love someone to such an extent. I just think that if you like someone, you will feel humbled, but you still have to be yourself. Let me see how Xu Jinglei's version is. By the way, I don't understand why the husband of the male lead and the female lead went in the end.

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  • 1st Man on Balcony: [Speaking of Stefan] He returned last week.

    2nd Man on Balcony: A concert tour?

    Woman on Balcony: Pleasure trip most likely.

    1st Man on Balcony: The way he's burning himself up, it's a wonder he's still alive.

    2nd Man on Balcony: Ten years ago, he showed great promise. Too bad. With that talent, he could have been a great pianist.

    1st Man on Balcony: Perhaps talent is not enough.

    Woman on Balcony: Perhaps he has too many talents.

  • Lisa Berndl: The course of our lives can be changed by such little things. So many passing by, each intent on his own problems. So many faces that one might easily have been lost. I know now that nothing happens by chance. Every moment is measured; every step is counted.