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maskormenace2016-10-16 08:09 pm
brushoff) wrote in maskormenace2016-10-16 08:09 pm
Entry tags:
- nico di angelo | n/a,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † cassandra wayne | batman,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † isaac gates | felix,
- † kiyama hiroto | gran,
- † laura wilson | persephone,
- † laurent | charls,
- † magnus bane | na,
- † sarissa theron | n/a,
- † shino inuzuka | n/a,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a
video;
[ Dorian's sitting down on a small, jet black armchair, tucked in the corner of an all too busy bedroom. There's a bookshelf stacked to the brim with books to the left and a medium sized oil painting hanging on the wall, a Romantic seascape with more emphasis on the clouds than the water, clouds painted in dark, stormy, gray brushstrokes. Dorian gives the camera a small nod, then starts to read from a book, in an even, measured tone, perfect for audiobooks. ]
"It was the strangest book that he had ever read. It seemed to him that in exquisite raiment, and to the delicate sound of flutes, the sins of the world were passing in dumb show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed." [ There's a pause, while Dorian flips the pages and continues reading. ]
"'I am so sorry, Harry,' he cried, 'but really it is entirely your fault. That book you sent me so fascinated me that I forgot how the time was going.' 'Yes, I thought you would like it,' replied his host, rising from his chair. 'I didn't say I liked it, Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.'"
[ Dorian closes the book, as he looks to the camera. There's a hint of a melancholy tone in his voice as he continues—somebody's obviously been lost in memory. ] Words written by Oscar Wilde—today's his birthday, by the way. Wear a carnation and take some absinthe in his honor. But the words of the post aren't what I want you to think about: the content is.
Let's talk about books, network. What's your favorite book? Or perhaps your favorite author? And, if those are questions you simply can't answer, what's your favorite genre? And finally, has there ever been a book that so captivated you the way the one Oscar wrote about captivated me?
"It was the strangest book that he had ever read. It seemed to him that in exquisite raiment, and to the delicate sound of flutes, the sins of the world were passing in dumb show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed." [ There's a pause, while Dorian flips the pages and continues reading. ]
"'I am so sorry, Harry,' he cried, 'but really it is entirely your fault. That book you sent me so fascinated me that I forgot how the time was going.' 'Yes, I thought you would like it,' replied his host, rising from his chair. 'I didn't say I liked it, Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.'"
[ Dorian closes the book, as he looks to the camera. There's a hint of a melancholy tone in his voice as he continues—somebody's obviously been lost in memory. ] Words written by Oscar Wilde—today's his birthday, by the way. Wear a carnation and take some absinthe in his honor. But the words of the post aren't what I want you to think about: the content is.
Let's talk about books, network. What's your favorite book? Or perhaps your favorite author? And, if those are questions you simply can't answer, what's your favorite genre? And finally, has there ever been a book that so captivated you the way the one Oscar wrote about captivated me?
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( She rubs her jaw briefly, knuckles digging in hard as she presses them along the bone and back again, before her hand drops and she flops back on the sofa. )
Been reading a bit of Shelley, lately. Really threw me, but. Frankenstein doesn't say "urgghh" or groan alarmingly near enough. He keeps making these speeches.
( Unsurprisingly, she says it with an unconcerned air and a lazy shrug. ) Books always go ruining films, don't they?
( She's over the top enough that perhaps her "sincere" expression of thoughts opposite to her own is apparent - or perhaps she just seems obnoxious - which technically is also true - or like someone made of wrong opinions. )
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This is trolling, isn't it? The speeches are the best part of the book.
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Picking up her copy - new by the shine on it, already read over and over by the way the pages fall open easily - Sarissa idly looks over pages. When she reads there is an excessive sort of flair to it: )
Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe; the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no beneficial influence could penetrate. Something about wounded animals, something about a place I can't pronounce the name of.
( And, a little shrug. ) Not bad. Bit mopey, maybe. Although, do we count the first person prose as speeches, too? Never was sure of that.
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[ Still, Dorian can't help but smile a little as he continues. ] I find it beautifully ironic that out of all her contemporaries, out of all the famous poets she lived with or regularly frequented with, all the celebrated men of their time, the one who lives on most in the popular consciousness is a woman who, despite her impressive pedigree, many still thought less of.
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( But he has sabotaged her obnoxiousness roll: Dorian uses positive sentiment about women, it's super effective.
A moment of pause, and she tilts her head slightly to the side. )
I reckon--
I reckon it's because a lot of people can relate. Being on the outside, being hurt. Or it's doing something that you should have known better than to attempt and living with the consequences. She found themes and tapped into some visceral things that stretch out past time. It's about-- humanity.
( but let's not encourage people to think she has an inch of depth: )
Shame she didn't get to make big bucks on Halloween merch, hey?
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Even if she managed to get half the royalties generated, she'd be living like a queen.
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You could call it the crowning achievement.
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God, have we started a pun war? You need consensus if you're starting a pun war.
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If that were the case, I'd have to concede to you as the victor.
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Maybe. Although, that might be Igor-norant, giving up so quick.
( Hmm. ) Is it cheating? Since he's only in movies, and that?
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The only thing I'm coming up with is "Blücher? I hardly knew 'er!" which is terrible in it's own right.
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( Isn't that the basis for this new trainwreck of a bromance? )
Right, if we ever meet off the internet, I reckon we should do a bit of a walk this way moment and see how many people get it.
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[ who's ready for the WORLD'S WORST BROMANCE. ]