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Love Scenes
So... what's the greatest literary love scene for you?
I'll start: Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks, quite early on when Stephen and Isobelle collide. It is of course an adulterous relationship... just fantastic power and passion in the writing and the act itself. All the more powerful because their love is made meaningless by their separate experiences of war. Wow.
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The Ultimate Intimacy by Ivan Klima.... when Pastor Daniel realises the strength of his love for this woman who has turned up in his life... Bara. He is married and wrestles with this adulterous affair and the strength of his faith. Achingly sad in places.
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I have that book ...birdsong. Not got around to reading it yet, but I look forward to doing so
favourite love scene...it just has to be Romeo and juliet. Although I have rather a soft spot for "the English patient". Beautiful, intense..
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I don't tend to store up favourites and they get messed up if I've seen the movie too but I seem to remember there was a passage in Cold Mountain - a culmination of events and cultural ties that pulled the two characters apart over a long period of time - like elastic stretched ... You know how the waiting can create that unstoppable sensuality when the time is right?
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"And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.'"
(From: Cyrano de Bergerac)
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[QUOTE=notrob;421680]So... what's the greatest literary love scene for you?
Brokeback Mountain you cant beat a bit of reverse cowboy ![]() ![]() ![]() BG saddle sore (cyrano)
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Romeo and Juliet.
Romeo holds Juliet as she sleeps(but he thinks she is dead) he drinks the poison, but we all know she isn't dead at all. The 1st time I saw the play I wanted to jump up and say " doe drink it she'll wake up in a minnit" in my posh Brummy accent
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I ay evon block countraaaaaaay cus thats Dudlaaaaaay and Quarry Bonk
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Oh I ALWAYS have to stop myself doing that! Slightly different accent, admittedly...
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This scene from Twelfth Night may not count, as it's an unrequited love scene, but it gets me every time.
Viola, dressed as a boy, is in love with the Duke she serves. He loves Olivia and makes Viola court her on his behalf. The Duke (thinking she's a boy, of course, and being a bit of an idiot) tells her that a woman's love can't be as strong as a man's. Viola can't say what she feels, but comes as close as she dares. Duke. There is no woman's sides Can hide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart So big, to hold so much. Women lack retention. Alas, their love may be called appetite. Not motion of the liver, but of the palate, That suffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt; But mine is all as hungry as the sea And can digest as much. Make no compare Between the love a woman can bear me And that I love Olivia. Viola. My father had a daughter loved a man; As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should love your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Viola. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was this not love indeed? Poor Viola! |
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Why don't we all go to a play? Aren't you near Stratford? Can you put us up?
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