Lettori sui generis discussion

Intitolo citando il musical di Notre Dame de Paris, ma in realtà quelle che a me interessano sono le dichiarazioni d'amore più belle. ^^

Possiamo mettere su, se volete, una mini antologia: rigorosamente sotto spoiler, indicate prima della citazione (e mettendo dotto spoiler i nomi dei personaggi, non si sa mai!) il romanzo a cui fare riferimento. ;)

[Quando ho letto il titolo sono trasalita - dall'orrore XD]

Francesca wrote: "[Quando ho letto il titolo sono trasalita - dall'orrore XD]"

[Il Melody scorre forte in me U.U]

Una cosa: siccome ho la maggiorissima parte dei miei libri su in Liguria, posso chiedere che i brani che vorrei mettere io li ripescasse fisicamente qualcun altro? *occhioni supplici*

Ho visto che abbiamo pochi libri in comune, ma se posso esserti utile comunque lo faccio molto volentieri... :)

Tintaglia wrote: "Francesca wrote: "[Quando ho letto il titolo sono trasalita - dall'orrore XD]"

[Il Melody scorre forte in me U.U]

Una cosa: siccome ho la maggiorissima parte dei miei libri su in Liguria, posso c..."

Certo draghessa! :)

Saretta wrote: "Certo draghessa! :) "

Me too. :)
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Non è da un romanzo, quindi è OT e non la riporto, ma la prima cosa che mi viene in mente è la lettera che Virginia Woolf lasciò al marito prima di suicidarsi. <3

Mi vengono in mente due cose (non romanzi ma opere liriche):

il pezzo del Celeste Aida (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_eWs...)
Celeste Aida, forma divina,
Mistico serto di luce e fior;
Del mio pensiero tu sei regina,
Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,
Le dolci brezze del patrio suol,
Un regal serto sul crin posarti,
Ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

E dal Don Giovanni la parte cantata da Don Ottavio a Donna Anna: Dalla sua pace (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY79J...)
Dalla sua pace
la mia dipende;
quel che a lei piace
vita mi rende,
quel che le incresce
morte mi dà….

Persuasion

(view spoiler)["I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.
"I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never." (hide spoiler)]

Mi fa venire i brividi ogni volta che la leggo; amo Persuasion anche perché è un romanzo sulle seconde opportunità.

Poi, ovviamente (direbbe Georgiana) Jane Eyre.
(view spoiler)[Prenderei a schiaffoni il Rochester della scena nel giardino, ma non riesco a non subire il fascino della dichiarazione reciproca, della determinazione di Jane a mantenere la sua dignità (“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.”) e della determinazione parallela di lui a ottenere Jane come compagna,a costo di infrangere qualsiasi legge umana e divina (“God pardon me!” he subjoined ere long; “and man meddle not with me: I have her, and will hold her.”); ma sono sopratutto le reciproche dichiarazioni che mi stringono il cuore.

Rochester infatti dichiara, dopo averle fatto credere di dover partire (uomo crudele, insegnarle l'amore tramite la gelosia: si vede che non ha mai avuto a che fare con una donna pulita di sentimenti come Jane):

“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you,—you’d forget me.”

E Jane, col cuore straziato dalla farsa che non sa di essere una farsa (ma davvero la moglie di Rochester è fra loro - anche se in una forma diversa da quella dell'insidiosa Blanche):

“Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal,—as we are!” (hide spoiler)]
*sospiro*

Infine, la dichiarazione in Miss Charity: ma qui devo chiedere il vostro aiuto, visto che la mia copia è in Liguria. ç.ç

MIss Charity, la dichiarazione di K. Ashley.

(view spoiler)[
KA Vero?... Che aspetto terribile avete! E quell'abito stropicciato! Lo usate per dormire? Avete un talento particolare per imbruttirvi.

Io Grazie. Era quello che dovevate ASSOLUTAMENTE dirmi?

KA Niente affatto. Sono venuto a chiedervi in moglie.
[...] Ma non sto andando con ordine. PErchè mi mettete fretta? Dovevo prima dirvi che vi amo. Sì, sì, sedetevi. Farò subito.

Io A che gioco giocate, Mr Ashley?

KA E' la scena finale dell'atto quarto, Miss Tiddler. (All'improvviso urlando) Non ne posso più!
Vi amo da... da un'eternità di tempo.
Ho cercato di dirvelo venti volte. Oh, lo so! Non siamo dello stesso mondo. Ho ricevuto un'educazione alla bell'e meglioe, a parte i debiti, non ho nulla al mio attivo.
Voi, voi avete ricevuto un'istruzione raffinata in mezzo a rospi e topi. Perchè, come se non bastasse, siete pazza! Ecco, amo una ragazza completamente pazza. Mi mettete spavento, Miss Tiddler. Voi siete spaventosa.

(hide spoiler)]

da Keturah and Lord Death

(view spoiler)[I stood very tall. “Sir, here is my wish: that you take me to wife.”
The breeze stilled, the birds stopped their song, and the trees seemed to bend and listen.
“You have determined you would marry for love,” he said.
“I love you,” I replied.
The trees breathed around us, sighing and singing and whispering. “Can I believe what you say?” Lord Death asked.
“I will tell you the end of the story,” I said. “The very end, the truest end there ever was. Once there was a girl—”
“And such a girl,” he murmured.
“—who, long before she was lost in the wood, loved Lord Death. Last year it snowed until June. She did not care, for love of him.
“When the hungry deer and their cold babies came wandering into the town that blackthorn winter, she did not begrudge them her tulips, which they ate stem, stalk, and bud. She did not begrudge them all the yellow of her stolen spring. The hope of yellow must be nothing to the taste of it, she thought.
“In fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples. He made her see the sun in a blue sky and hear the trees in a spring wind. He made her see how much she loved her friends, for all their trouble, and how much her grandmother loved her, and oh, he made her love the breath in her lungs.
“She knew she had never been truly alive until she met him, and never so happy and content with her lot until she was touched by the sorrow of him.”
He lifted his hand as if he would take mine, and then he did not. “Keturah ...” He dropped his arm.
“You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.”
I moved to touch him. (hide spoiler)]

e, per la draghessa, anche la dichiarazione di Taylor dallo stesso romanzo ;)

(view spoiler)[“What? I? Love Tailor?” She laughed aloud and then turned toward the door where Tailor still stood, gazing at her. She swallowed her laughter and returned his gaze.
Jane, the oldest of Tailor’s children, said, “Do you, Gretta? If it is true, we would like to ask for your hand in marriage.”
“What?”
“Papa says the clothes you secretly made us must be saved for his wedding day, and so we ask you if you can’t please hurry up and marry him.”
“You have made clothes for the children, Gretta?” I asked.
“Well, I couldn’t let them run about in rags when all the other children had new clothes, could I?” she said.
The littlest one tugged on Gretta’s skirt. “But will you marry us?”
She gathered them into her arms. “I love you dearly, but it is God’s own truth that I don’t love your papa.”
The ragged children looked at one another in calm surprise. The eldest girl spoke up. “Papa says you do.”
“He—he said that?” Gretta asked.
“Yes,” said the lad. “But before Mama died, she made him promise that he would never remarry unless he found somebody who loved us even more than him. And then all of us had a dream last night. Mama came to us. Death allowed her to, she said. And she told us that Papa would never ask you on his own, and so we must ask you to marry us.”
Gretta put her hands on either side of her face.
“Yes. And Papa believed us, and said we must do as our mama said,” the boy continued.
The youngest one unplugged her thumb. “Papa said making clothes is nothing. He said if you had to care for us day and night, soon you wouldn’t like us at all. Is that true, Gretta?”
She shook her head slowly at first, and then firmly. “Of course it is not true. If I cared for you a year and a day I would only love you more. It is your papa I would love less.”
“So you do love him!” Jane said.
“No!”
“But you just said...”
“I .. .” Gretta spoke with great uncertainty. “I do not love your papa, Jane. I love you, but not him. Not at all. No, no. And I never have. And I never will. And I never could. Impossible.”
The children looked at one another again. “Poor Papa,” the lad said at last.
They examined their dirty feet closely. “Yes, poor Papa,” said the youngest.
“Poor? But why?” Gretta asked, touching their sad faces.
“Because he loves you.” (hide spoiler)]

Oddio, ho adorato quel romanzo! <3

E grazie per Miss Charity. <3
Quel "Mi mettete spavento, Miss Tiddler" è un capolavoro. XD