You all have the same sunken look on your faces. You were all so ugly before. You shouldn’t let them sink any lower.
“Here at last is a true lover,” said the Nightingale. “Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.”
J’attends vos doigts purs sur ma face,
Pareils à des anges de glace,
J’attends qu’ils mouillent mes regards,
L’herbe morte de mes regards,
Où tant d’agneaux las sont épars!
Thy bosom is endeard with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposd dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burid.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.
Ton front marmoréen, ta démarche si fière
Et de tes yeux profonds l’insoutenable ardeur
Font plier mon orgueil sous ta calme grandeur
Je te crains et je t’aime ô douce meurtrière
Explanation:
Arthur crippled his wife's alleged lover.
– You've got that face on again.
– What face?
– The he's-hot-when-he's-clever face.
– This is my normal face.
You look at enough faces, you're bound to find the one you're looking for.
– What do we think of the boy?... Is he a captive like Smee in Nicholas Nickleby?... He looks lonely.
– You don't think he'll try to call?
– Maybe. He has a secret! A tragic, European secret.
– He's had no upbringing at all, they say. He was reared in Italy among artists and vagrants.
– Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy, I'd want to look just like that. Imagine, giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man!
– Jo, please don't say "awful". It's slang.
– I'd be terrified to live with him.
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