A Quiet Passion Page #5
And if he can find comedy
in a vulgar fraction, I'm his.
- But do you love him?
- Love? I cannot say.
It's a very beguiling idea.
They even say it exists.
But how will you know?
What if you make an error?
If he is a bad choice,
I'll have him killed quietly
and tell everyone he died of some sort
of algebraic shock.
I hope you will be happy.
That cannot be guaranteed.
I'll settle for consideration.
- That sounds like surrender.
- No, it's practicality.
And who knows?
Perhaps love will come in its wake.
- Then I can relax into smugness.
- You could never be smug.
Life catches you out, Emily. In the end,
we all become the thing we most dread.
Then I will reject the world
and not fulfil that prophecy.
Then you will be making
the greatest of mistakes,
for you will deny yourself
what your spirit needs most.
- And what is that?
- Truth. And experience.
Otherwise,
your vow will be an act of cowardice.
- That was hurtful.
- But honest.
Don't resist your vices, Emily.
It is your virtues you should be wary of.
Austin once told Aunt Elizabeth
that our virtues are just vices in disguise.
Now, there is a man
with a sense of humour.
And does your Mr Wilder possess one?
Of a kind.
He proposed to me by letter,
so if the marriage is unhappy,
Always conform.
Keep disobedience secret.
Be outwardly docile, but in your heart,
you can be as revolutionary as you like.
- But isn't that hypocrisy?
- Of course it is.
But in America, we cherish it.
We think it makes us incorruptible.
You must never confuse
the outer with the inner piety.
Only Episcopalians do that.
But I am rebellious
and far from the grace of God.
You are closer to Him
than anyone I know.
Always look below the surface, Emily,
but don't be afraid of what you find there.
- Chaos?
- Yes.
Then I shall confront everything.
Don't be too radical, Emily.
Radicals don't thrive in this country.
- But you are a radical.
- But I'll eventually conform.
For the sake of peace or a quiet life.
But I know that you will not,
and I envy you your courage.
I suppose you shall carry lovely flowers
and have Mr Mendelssohn's
"Wedding March".
Flowers, yes. Mendelssohn, no.
Never play happy music at a wedding,
Emily, it's too misleading.
- But you shall be forever gone from us.
- You make it sound like dying.
- Isn't it?
- No.
And even if it were, you must
force yourself to think otherwise.
America is the only country in the world
that looks upon death
as some kind of personal failure.
May I get you something, Mother?
No, Emily.
You've always seemed so sad, Mother.
My life has passed as if in a dream.
As if I'd never been part of it.
After Vinnie was born,
a kind of melancholia settled over me
which I mistook for contentment.
Were we such a terrible price to pay?
No!
I wouldn't be without all three of you.
To have my children about me...
there could be no better medicine.
Sometimes...
at a certain hour...
when the sun is low...
the shadows lengthen...
I am filled
with such a sense of longing.
I feel such a weight on my heart.
Oh, how it aches.
Oh, my dear.
Oh, my dear.
There, my lamb. There.
Oh!
Reverend Wadsworth
has sailed for San Francisco.
They all go. They all leave.
They all desert you.
Do not touch me!
I will not be pitied.
It makes me feel repulsive.
You set too much store
by physical beauty, Emily.
The only people who can be sanguine
about not being handsome
are those who are beautiful already.
The rest of us have only our envy
to keep us warm.
- You have an exquisite nature.
- What's the use of that in this world?
I sometimes think
you are too harsh with yourself.
I have many defects.
There is much to rectify!
It is just as punitive
to admit to too many faults
as it is to deny too few virtues.
The Reverend Wadsworth
is a married man.
This kind of attachment is improper.
We can't all possess your smug rectitude.
Don't sneer at anyone's morals
when your own could do with
some little correction.
By that, I assume
you mean Reverend Wadsworth?
He's married!
You should not attach yourself
to someone who is not free
to return that attachment!
You hardly know the man,
except through his sermons.
Besides, he and Mrs Wadsworth
are very happy.
She has led a blameless life.
She hasn't led a life at all!
She's too inert for that.
If docility were love,
we would all live happily ever after.
She's a good wife!
And, to be truthful, I have never understood
the attraction of her husband for you.
He is hardly a Mr Rochester,
and you are certainly not Jane Eyre!
That was unkind.
I'm sorry, too.
You're not smug.
But I do sermonise.
And I do over-dramatise.
But it was news that was...
is hard to bear.
Oh, you are a wretched creature!
Will you never achieve anything?
We outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.
May the Lord
make His face shine upon you
and be gracious unto you.
May the Lord lift up His countenance
unto you and give you peace.
We wish you
all the happiness in the world.
No tears, Emily.
No tears.
- Will you come?
- No.
Wave her my goodbye.
The dying need but little, dear -
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No colour in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
Of so divine a loss
We enter but the gain,
Indemnity for loneliness
That such a bliss has been.
If we reach into the silence
then we cannot be afraid,
for where there is nothing, there is God.
Emily?
Emily?
You must eat.
You must come down now.
It's been three days.
You are wearing white.
Yes.
But we're still in mourning.
So am I.
Emily? It's Mr Bowles.
He's come to Amherst
specially to see you.
Well, come down, damn you.
I refuse to speak to someone
who's a flight of stairs above me.
Forgive me, sir, if I'm frightened.
I never see anyone
and I hardly know what to say.
You could say thank you
for my publishing some of your verse.
For that, sir, you have more than
my thanks. You have my gratitude.
But, sir...
you have altered
some of my punctuation.
Good Lord. What's a hyphen here
or a semi-colon there?
To many, nothing.
But, to me, the alteration of my
punctuation marks is very hard to endure.
Then I apologise.
I was merely trying to make
your meaning clearer to my readers.
Clarity is one thing, sir,
obviousness quite another.
The only person qualified to interfere
with the poet's work is the poet herself.
From anyone else, it feels like an attack.
Miss Dickinson,
this is no way to speak or behave.
If you treated a suitor like this,
he would not return.
- Are you sure there will be one?
- Of course.
Even for someone
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