I kept trying to envision Madeline and Honoria and realized that I can't see them as anyone but Virginia Woolf (sorry, Virginia) and Vita Sackville-West, sort of, having some kind of hilariously OTT Orlando-style affair. I can hear the series' Madeline lisping, I have found my mate. It is the moor! I am nature's bride! And Honoria riding up on a hunt, and Madeline crying, "I'm dead, sir!" with an entire pack of beagles swarming around them curiously.
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Date: 2010-06-26 08:22 am (UTC)