:34:01
He sends her more letters and she
doesn't answer him. She ignores him.
:34:06
Typical.
:34:08
No. She chose her life with Blanche.
It's not typical. It's remarkable.
:34:20
"I hope this note is the dove...
:34:22
...which will return with
the wished-for olive branch."
:34:25
"My letters are like Noah's ravens..."
:34:28
They have sped out across the Thames,
and yet have not returned.
:34:33
I send this note by hand,
in the hope you might receive it.
:34:44
- Where are the letters?
- They're gone.
:34:50
I tore them up. Burned them.
:34:54
- And the others from my desk?
- The same.
:35:00
I beg for us to be as we were,
Christabel.
:35:04
Sweetheart, please.
:35:12
This house...
:35:14
... so happy once, is full of weeping
and wailing and black headaches.
:35:20
I ask myself to whom I may turn
and think of you, my friend...
:35:25
... the unwitting cause
of all this grief.
:35:36
I shan't forget the first glimpse
of your form.
:35:40
Illuminated as it was
by flashes of sunlight.
:35:44
I have dreamt nightly of your face...
:35:46
... and walked the landscape of my life
with the rhythms of your writing...
:35:51
... ringing in my ears.
:35:53
I shall never forget our shining
progress towards one another.
:35:58
Never have I felt such a concentration
of my entire being.