Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth, sculptured stone -
John Keats, The Eve of St. Agnes
I'm a child of the 60's, so all things British stirred my adolescent heart and mind. The Beatles, Hayley Mills, Carnaby Street, Slicker lip gloss and Twiggy, to name a few, fueled my imagination and longings. So, it was only natural that, one night while thinking I should see the local station's airing of Wuthering Heights, I should fall madly, deeply, hopelessly in love with the British hunk playing that devil, Healthcliff.
|Oh, Mr. Darcy!|
|Oh, Admiral Nelson!|
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