Complete depiction of a passionate character, albeit complicated and messy and traumatic due to diseased past and societies in Paris. Edith was ironically both disturbed and glorious; someone trapped in her oddly frustrated body, both mental and physical, yet still managed to give out the fullest of it. Gestures and mimics were enchanting; Edith's, I mean. Eyes opened wide--both when the curtains opened and when she guffawed or yelled.

posted by Graciana@Home at 5:06 am