ENOUGH SAID is a feature-length appreciation of julia louis-dreyfus’ face
Edith knew that the woman she was writing about was Sybil. It was always Sybil. It helped her connect to her, taking the voice of one woman who never spoke before, and giving it to one who would never speak again. Every once in a great while, she would become so immersed in the words that it was as though they were having a conversation again. And when she would smile to herself at the thought of a particularly Sybil-like phrase, she would unconsciously turn to see her sister’s reaction. Perhaps it hit her hardest of all. Mary had Matthew, Tom had the baby, and her parents could comfort each other. Edith realized that the person who always comforted her was Sybil, and that her absence hurt more than physical pain ever could.
Sometimes alone was the worst place to be.
People are reblogging a lot of my Downton art right now (??) and this one surprised me so much I had to make sure it was me. Dang it, Rob.
Part four of nine, once again Patrick’s turn.
Thanks for the encouraging words, peeps, they help me to keep going. :)
From Here to Eternity (1953)
“That scene is shown but constantly. If I’m on a TV talk show in the States, up comes Burt and I rolling in the surf. The whole audience, many of them two years old when that was made, go ‘Hahhhhh’.
There you are, that’s what you can do with your swimsuit on!”, Deborah added, with a pardonable air of self satisfaction.
This is getting out of hand, but I can’t stop. As the night wears on, part three is from Shelagh’s perspective…
My Labor Day weekend:
- reading as many books as I can
- writing as much fic as I can
- scratching as much cat as I can
EDIT: So far my Labor Day weekend has actually gifted me with a broken garbage disposal and a rash that covers my entire body whose source is unknown. The next two days better get their act in gear.