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BrothaBill
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Meantime1 said:
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Yasmina I'd gladly fly around this world just so I could listen to Travis with such an amazing person. Just as I would go to London to hang with you Kboy.
But alas, I fear if I met you my heart would instantly melt and I couldnt have that, best to appreciate the essence of who you are from a distance as we would the radiance of the sun. Even the sun burns if you get too much. Now thats getting cheesy and thats just the tip of the iceberg so lay off meanytime!!
BrothaBill said:Meantime
Yasmina I'd gladly fly around this world just so I could listen to Travis with such an amazing person. Just as I would go to London to hang with you Kboy.
But alas, I fear if I met you my heart would instantly melt and I couldnt have that, best to appreciate the essence of who you are from a distance as we would the radiance of the sun. Even the sun burns if you get too much. Now thats getting cheesy and thats just the tip of the iceberg so lay off meanytime!!
oh my ...I am melting already
Meantime1 where are you to protect me from villain BB?
A cold shower would help right now to sooth the sunburn...
I agree, distance is approprite, glad you mentioned it!
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BrothaBill said:Meantime
Yasmina I'd gladly fly around this world just so I could listen to Travis with such an amazing person. Just as I would go to London to hang with you Kboy.
But alas, I fear if I met you my heart would instantly melt and I couldnt have that, best to appreciate the essence of who you are from a distance as we would the radiance of the sun. Even the sun burns if you get too much. Now thats getting cheesy and thats just the tip of the iceberg so lay off meanytime!!
WOW what a load of B/S if i ever heard one, but i must say i was moved.....NOT.....Yasmina is a very intelligent and classy lady, who does not need cheesy Michael Bolton wannabe chat up lines to win her over.
hahahahahah
sorry Bill
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BrothaBill
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Yasmina said:
sorry Bill, couldn't help myself
Love means never having to say your sorry! Doll!
Meantime, might I suggest the movie that line was taken from, LoveStory...
A real tearjerker!! It might help with your addiction to Michael Bolton.
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BrothaBill
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The villain and the heroine in theatre is a classic theme.
A few years ago the villain used to be blessed with a hopeful and philosophical temperament, which enabled him to bear up under these constantly recurring disappointments and reverses. It was "no matter," he would say. Crushed for the moment though he might be, his buoyant heart never lost courage. He had a simple, child-like faith in Providence. "A time will come," he would remark, and this idea consoled him.
Of late, however, this trusting hopefulness of his, as expressed in the beautiful lines we have quoted, appears to have forsaken him. We are sorry for this. We always regarded it as one of the finest traits in his character.
The stage villain's love for the heroine is sublime in its steadfastness. She is a woman of lugubrious and tearful disposition, added to which she is usually incumbered, and what possible attraction there is about her we ourselves can never understand; but the stage villain--well, there, he is fairly mashed on her.
Nothing can alter his affection. She hates him and insults him to an extent that is really unladylike. Every time he tries to explain his devotion to her, the hero comes in and knocks him down in the middle of it, or the comic man catches him during one or the other of his harassing love-scenes with her, and goes off and tells the "villagers" or the "guests," and they come round and nag him (we should think that the villain must grow to positively dislike the comic man before the piece is over).
Notwithstanding all this he still hankers after her and swears she shall be his. He is not a bad-looking fellow, and from what we know of the market, we should say there are plenty of other girls who would jump at him; yet for the sake of settling down with this dismal young female as his wife, he is prepared to go through a laborious and exhaustive course of crime and to be bullied and insulted by every one he meets. His love sustains him under it all. He robs and forges, and cheats, and lies, and murders, and arsons. If there were any other crimes he could commit to win her affection, he would, for her sweet sake, commit them cheerfully. But he doesn't know any others--at all events, he is not well up in any others--and she still does not care for him, and what is he to do?
It is very unfortunate for both of them. It is evident to the merest spectator that the lady's life would be much happier if the villain did not love her quite so much; and as for him, his career might be calmer and less criminal but for his deep devotion to her.
You see, it is having met her in early life that is the cause of all the trouble. He first saw her when she was a child, and he loved her, "ay, even then." Ah, and he would have worked--slaved for her, and have made her rich and happy. He might perhaps even have been a good man.
She tries to soothe him. She says she loathed him with an unspeakable horror from the first moment that her eyes met his revolting form. She says she saw a hideous toad once in a nasty pond, and she says that rather would she take that noisome reptile and clasp its slimy bosom to her own than tolerate one instant's touch from his (the villain's) arms.
This sweet prattle of hers, however, only charms him all the more. He says he will win her yet.
Nor does the villain seem much happier in his less serious love episodes. After he has indulged in a little badinage of the above character with his real lady-love, the heroine, he will occasionally try a little light flirtation passage with her maid or lady friend.
The maid or friend does not waste time in simile or in metaphor. She calls him a black-hearted scoundrel and clumps him over the head.
A few years ago the villain used to be blessed with a hopeful and philosophical temperament, which enabled him to bear up under these constantly recurring disappointments and reverses. It was "no matter," he would say. Crushed for the moment though he might be, his buoyant heart never lost courage. He had a simple, child-like faith in Providence. "A time will come," he would remark, and this idea consoled him.
Of late, however, this trusting hopefulness of his, as expressed in the beautiful lines we have quoted, appears to have forsaken him. We are sorry for this. We always regarded it as one of the finest traits in his character.
The stage villain's love for the heroine is sublime in its steadfastness. She is a woman of lugubrious and tearful disposition, added to which she is usually incumbered, and what possible attraction there is about her we ourselves can never understand; but the stage villain--well, there, he is fairly mashed on her.
Nothing can alter his affection. She hates him and insults him to an extent that is really unladylike. Every time he tries to explain his devotion to her, the hero comes in and knocks him down in the middle of it, or the comic man catches him during one or the other of his harassing love-scenes with her, and goes off and tells the "villagers" or the "guests," and they come round and nag him (we should think that the villain must grow to positively dislike the comic man before the piece is over).
Notwithstanding all this he still hankers after her and swears she shall be his. He is not a bad-looking fellow, and from what we know of the market, we should say there are plenty of other girls who would jump at him; yet for the sake of settling down with this dismal young female as his wife, he is prepared to go through a laborious and exhaustive course of crime and to be bullied and insulted by every one he meets. His love sustains him under it all. He robs and forges, and cheats, and lies, and murders, and arsons. If there were any other crimes he could commit to win her affection, he would, for her sweet sake, commit them cheerfully. But he doesn't know any others--at all events, he is not well up in any others--and she still does not care for him, and what is he to do?
It is very unfortunate for both of them. It is evident to the merest spectator that the lady's life would be much happier if the villain did not love her quite so much; and as for him, his career might be calmer and less criminal but for his deep devotion to her.
You see, it is having met her in early life that is the cause of all the trouble. He first saw her when she was a child, and he loved her, "ay, even then." Ah, and he would have worked--slaved for her, and have made her rich and happy. He might perhaps even have been a good man.
She tries to soothe him. She says she loathed him with an unspeakable horror from the first moment that her eyes met his revolting form. She says she saw a hideous toad once in a nasty pond, and she says that rather would she take that noisome reptile and clasp its slimy bosom to her own than tolerate one instant's touch from his (the villain's) arms.
This sweet prattle of hers, however, only charms him all the more. He says he will win her yet.
Nor does the villain seem much happier in his less serious love episodes. After he has indulged in a little badinage of the above character with his real lady-love, the heroine, he will occasionally try a little light flirtation passage with her maid or lady friend.
The maid or friend does not waste time in simile or in metaphor. She calls him a black-hearted scoundrel and clumps him over the head.
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BrothaBill
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HAHAHA, not a chance you two. No tie in, just we can all relate to the villain in some ways as we view ourselves in a negative in light of a breakup. That is if we are truly introspective in terms of trying to understand why things happen.
The classic villain always has a vulnerability that endears him to the audience and it is that fault that is used to explain the bad things he does. I, on the other hand, am an angel and have no evil behaviour. Although I think all of us have been guilty of caring too much for someone else, thats why we can relate to the villain in his obsession and think that we are better than he and his loathesome ways.
The classic villain always has a vulnerability that endears him to the audience and it is that fault that is used to explain the bad things he does. I, on the other hand, am an angel and have no evil behaviour. Although I think all of us have been guilty of caring too much for someone else, thats why we can relate to the villain in his obsession and think that we are better than he and his loathesome ways.
