:20:05
In the afternoons, she usually sat
for me while I attempted all in vain...
:20:10
...to capture her beauty on canvas.
:20:13
I did that portrait which you saw
on her room before...
:20:16
...but it is all inadequate to what I
called the loveliness of her.
:20:22
We dined, sometimes alone,
enjoying intimate conversation...
:20:27
...sometimes with the doctor.
:20:31
And every night
Elisabeth would play for me.
:20:39
Life was simple, quiet,
richly pleasurable...
:20:44
...and then the darkness
began to fall.
:20:50
More and more entering her room
in the mornings...
:20:53
...I would find her awake and discover
that she had not slept all the night.
:20:57
I tried to find out why,
but she had no explanation.
:21:03
Her appetite began to fade.
:21:05
She began to lose weight
and color.
:21:07
I tried to make her eat...
:21:09
...but something kept her from it.
:21:14
I would come upon her wandering
in the corridors at night.
:21:18
I tried to find out
what was wrong...
:21:20
...but she never had an answer...
:21:21
...except to say that...
that something was oppressing her.
:21:25
Oh God, help me for my blindness.
:21:27
I should have known...
:21:31
Then one day she disappeared.
:21:34
Frantic, I searched the castle
for her.
:21:46
And then I knew.
:21:48
The castle and its awful history
had obsessed her.
:21:53
These very instruments of torture...
:21:56
...which were my birthright
and my curse...
:21:58
...now tormented her as well...