Phantom Thoughts pt. 9
Dec. 10th, 2018 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zellephantom{Raoul heard nothing after that.}
So, did they not say anything more or was he just not listening? I JUST REALLY WANT TO KNOW THE WHOLE CONVERSATION, OKAY??
{At one and the same time, he had learned what love meant, and hatred. He knew that he loved. He wanted to know whom he hated.}
Woah, settle down, Raoul. I think you might be presuming too much here. (A theme that will continue.) You don't even know if she remembers who you are yet!! She might already have a boyfriend that you don't know about- don't get so possessive so quickly.
{When the passage was once more deserted, he crossed it, opened the door of the dressing-room, went in and shut the door. He found himself in absolute darkness. The gas had been turned out.
"There is some one here!" said Raoul, with his back against the closed door, in a quivering voice. "What are you hiding for?"
All was darkness and silence. Raoul heard only the sound of his own breathing. He quite failed to see that the indiscretion of his conduct was exceeding all bounds.}
What did your inner Philippe say about not shaming the family name?? Just a minute ago you were like 'oh no eavesdropping! if I should get caught it would be a scandal! I would bring eternal shame on the de Chagnys!' and now you're casually breaking into a girl's dressing room to find her secret boyfriend?? "Quite failed to see that the indiscretion of his conduct was exceeding all bounds" INDEED.
Also, notice him trying to be brave! and bold! and confrontational! but his voice is quivering. Poor dear.
{And he struck a match. The blaze lit up the room. There was no one in the room! Raoul, first turning the key in the door, lit the gas-jets. He went into the dressing-closet, opened the cupboards, hunted about, felt the walls with his moist hands. Nothing!
"Look here!" he said, aloud. "Am I going mad?"}
IDK, man. Maybe Christine likes talking to herself and is good at doing impressions. You never know. Or maybe she has an invisible boyfriend. Or her boyfriend is a ghost. Stranger things have happened.
{He stood for ten minutes listening to the gas flaring in the silence of the empty room; lover though he was, he did not even think of stealing a ribbon that would have given him the perfume of the woman he loved.}
Well, that's.. nice of you, Raoul. You may have eavesdropped on her private conversation, broke into her room and started searching around, but at least you didn't steal a hair ribbon? Good job?
So, did they not say anything more or was he just not listening? I JUST REALLY WANT TO KNOW THE WHOLE CONVERSATION, OKAY??
{At one and the same time, he had learned what love meant, and hatred. He knew that he loved. He wanted to know whom he hated.}
Woah, settle down, Raoul. I think you might be presuming too much here. (A theme that will continue.) You don't even know if she remembers who you are yet!! She might already have a boyfriend that you don't know about- don't get so possessive so quickly.
{When the passage was once more deserted, he crossed it, opened the door of the dressing-room, went in and shut the door. He found himself in absolute darkness. The gas had been turned out.
"There is some one here!" said Raoul, with his back against the closed door, in a quivering voice. "What are you hiding for?"
All was darkness and silence. Raoul heard only the sound of his own breathing. He quite failed to see that the indiscretion of his conduct was exceeding all bounds.}
What did your inner Philippe say about not shaming the family name?? Just a minute ago you were like 'oh no eavesdropping! if I should get caught it would be a scandal! I would bring eternal shame on the de Chagnys!' and now you're casually breaking into a girl's dressing room to find her secret boyfriend?? "Quite failed to see that the indiscretion of his conduct was exceeding all bounds" INDEED.
Also, notice him trying to be brave! and bold! and confrontational! but his voice is quivering. Poor dear.
{And he struck a match. The blaze lit up the room. There was no one in the room! Raoul, first turning the key in the door, lit the gas-jets. He went into the dressing-closet, opened the cupboards, hunted about, felt the walls with his moist hands. Nothing!
"Look here!" he said, aloud. "Am I going mad?"}
IDK, man. Maybe Christine likes talking to herself and is good at doing impressions. You never know. Or maybe she has an invisible boyfriend. Or her boyfriend is a ghost. Stranger things have happened.
{He stood for ten minutes listening to the gas flaring in the silence of the empty room; lover though he was, he did not even think of stealing a ribbon that would have given him the perfume of the woman he loved.}
Well, that's.. nice of you, Raoul. You may have eavesdropped on her private conversation, broke into her room and started searching around, but at least you didn't steal a hair ribbon? Good job?
