#Glynalong week 2
Thoughts on "Three Weeks" this week:
Paul proclaims a very long-winded version of "ILU4EVABB" and the Lady is like "hahahaNO, let's not because vows are easily broken so let's not put a label on this, mmmkay". That is a fair point...
Chapter X
… because then he remembers BigHands-Isabella again and is like, "oh yeah my bad I really did break that vow didn't I".
And then there is a "cut scene" where they go straight to bed. Glyn heavily implies but never writes explicitly about the sexytimes. It's just a line divider like * * * * and then in the next paragraph, and he wakes up with "a strange sensation, almost of strangling and suffocation" to see her staring at him with green cat eyes and blue-black waves of hair (in my head she's the very beautiful Eva Green) so he "clasped her in his arms with a frenzy of mad, passionate joy". With Elinor Glyn's writing, it's ALL THE FEELINGS so it's very overwhelming and extremely contradictory.
Chapter XI
Like chapter VII, she is very standoffish and is in quite a mood again but this time, to be fair, the weather is shitty. She shouts "Weeping skies, I hate you!" (I'm going to say that the next time it snows or rains, and let me tell you, it snows A LOT in Minnesota) Then she has her manservant Dimitri place these exotic spices in the fireplace and she lulls Paul to sleep in a hazy mental trip to Egypt while they are physically trippin' on whatever Dimitri put in the fire, and it must be the good stuff because the rest of the evening is very bizarre.
Chapter XII
As a string musician, I cried laughing at this cheese: "My Paul! Do you know, I find you like a rare violin which hitherto has been used by ordinary musicians to play their popular airs upon, but which is now highly strung and being touched by the bow of an artist who loves it. And oh! All the capacity is there, Paul, in you, beautiful one - only I must bring it out WITH MY BOW OF LOVE!"
Until next time!!! I will serenade you off into the internet with my bow of love ~
Chapter VII
After a super dramatic
declaration of love the night before, the Lady completely ignores Paul the
next day at dinner. But naïve Paul is forever changed as a wise and mature man now:
"He saw with new eyes, and heard with new ears, even his casual
observation was altered and sharpened, so that he noticed the texture of
the cloth and the quality of the glass, and the shape of the room and its
decoration."
Chapter VIII
In
a bold move, Paul invites the Lady to Bürgenstock and the suite is decorated in
all its finery, including the tiger skin Paul bought her. The Lady agrees to
rendezvous on the condition that Paul simply enjoys their affair and when the
summer ends, to never, like ever, try to
find out who she truly is. This is pre-google/Facebookstalking and Craigslist's
"missed connections" wasn't a thing back then, so no worries, right?
So he agrees and she shows up and they have tea and chat and make sweet
declarations of love… and ugh, this is all very cloyingly passionate and so
badly written that it's actually hilarious and very entertaining to read.
Chapter IX
It's
"the morning after" and Paul is patting himself on the back that
she's still there. Paul decides they'll head to the mountain top and the Lady
replies with "Mylyi moi", which I googled only to find the mylyi isn't even a word. So now we know that
the Lady is from a made-up country. Maybe she's Genovian.
Paul proclaims a very long-winded version of "ILU4EVABB" and the Lady is like "hahahaNO, let's not because vows are easily broken so let's not put a label on this, mmmkay". That is a fair point...
Chapter X
… because then he remembers BigHands-Isabella again and is like, "oh yeah my bad I really did break that vow didn't I".
And then there is a "cut scene" where they go straight to bed. Glyn heavily implies but never writes explicitly about the sexytimes. It's just a line divider like * * * * and then in the next paragraph, and he wakes up with "a strange sensation, almost of strangling and suffocation" to see her staring at him with green cat eyes and blue-black waves of hair (in my head she's the very beautiful Eva Green) so he "clasped her in his arms with a frenzy of mad, passionate joy". With Elinor Glyn's writing, it's ALL THE FEELINGS so it's very overwhelming and extremely contradictory.
Chapter XI
Like chapter VII, she is very standoffish and is in quite a mood again but this time, to be fair, the weather is shitty. She shouts "Weeping skies, I hate you!" (I'm going to say that the next time it snows or rains, and let me tell you, it snows A LOT in Minnesota) Then she has her manservant Dimitri place these exotic spices in the fireplace and she lulls Paul to sleep in a hazy mental trip to Egypt while they are physically trippin' on whatever Dimitri put in the fire, and it must be the good stuff because the rest of the evening is very bizarre.
Chapter XII
As a string musician, I cried laughing at this cheese: "My Paul! Do you know, I find you like a rare violin which hitherto has been used by ordinary musicians to play their popular airs upon, but which is now highly strung and being touched by the bow of an artist who loves it. And oh! All the capacity is there, Paul, in you, beautiful one - only I must bring it out WITH MY BOW OF LOVE!"
Until next time!!! I will serenade you off into the internet with my bow of love ~
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