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love his face in the last two xD
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This scene: It breaks your heart, doesn’t it? The fact that instead of buying the nude post-impressionist painting, she buys something Christopher would obviously like. She puts her face close to his, looking for his reaction. I loved the character Sylvia. How twisted, contradictory, beautiful and fragile she was. Parades End will always remain as one of my top favourite series. Talented actors and wonderful cinematography.
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“The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things.” - Parade’s End (2012)
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Hi-res pix: Rebecca Hall & Adelaide Clemens during the Parade’s End panel discussion at the HBO portion of the 2013 Winter TCA Tour on January 4, 2013 in Pasadena, California.
Adelaide looked stunning!
“Sylvia, her long arm held out from a yard or so away, was stretching out her hand to Valentine’s mother. With her clear, high, unembarrassed voice she exclaimed, also from a yard or so away, so as to be heard by everyone in the room:
‘You’re Mrs Wannop. The great writer. I’m Christopher Tietjens’ wife.’
The old lady, with her dim eyes, looked up at the younger woman towering above her.
‘You’re Christopher’s wife!’ she said. ‘I must kiss you for all the kindness he has shown me’
Valentine felt her eyes filling with tears. She saw her mother stand up, place both her hands on the other woman’s shoulders. She heard her mother say:
‘You’re a most beautiful creature. I’m sure you’re good!’
Sylvia stood, smiling faintly, bending a little to accept the embrace. Behind the Macmasters, Tietjens and the staff officers, a little crowd of goggle eyes had ranged itself.
Valentine was crying. She slipped back behind the tea-urns, though she could hardly feel the way. Beautiful! The most beautiful woman she had ever seen! And good! Kind! You could see it in the lovely way she had given her cheek to that poor old woman’s lips…And to live all day, for ever, beside him…she, Valentine, ought to be ready to lay down her life for Sylvia Tietjens…”
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