Jane Eyre, a novel written by Charlotte Brontë in 1847, has as main characters, as you can suppose, Jane Eyre, and Edward Rochester.

This is a classic of English literature of the nineteenth century, and it was adapted several times to the cinema. This year, it's the twentieth. It is a huge number that reflects the great welcome that done is  to it every time or almost ...

    

 

 

    

As a movie came out, as indeed the novel is perhaps a bit long to read for school (although I read it some time ago, I forgot everything but the main lines ) here is a dialogue that could take place between Jane and her granddaughter, several years later ... with the theme very generic "How did you meet Grandpa?"

 

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"Just so you know, I had a really unlucky chilhood. After the death of my parents, I was brought up by my dead uncle's wife, a woman who hated me, even if, myself, I was just asking to have a place in this family, and in a horrible school for young girls.

I must say that when I went and worked in an isolated castle, taking car of a little French girl, daughter of the master's dead mistress, or so I believe, I didn't have much confidence in others anymore.

And the first time I saw your grand-father, he wasn't really ina good mood, and I did not get along with him at all. But as the time was going on, Edward became much more aware of me, and me of him... I had even the feeling of jalousy when he brought in the castle other people for a party, especially a woman who was said to be on the way to marry him!

But one day, he asked me to be his wife, and I ended up agreeing. But even in my worst dreams I could not have imagine what was going to happen during the ceremony!

Edward Rochester was already maried, and, not knowing what to do, I ran away.

But I could not forget him, and in the end I came back to him.

At that time I had a second shock: the castle was destroyed, turned to ashes! His wife, who did not have all her mind, had set fire to the residence just before jumping from the roof. I can't pretend anything else, I was happy that she had died, because then  he was free to marry me, even if he had become blind during the fire...

As for me, I had become rich before that, with the inherintance of another uncle.

For the first time, we were together, equal, free.

And before you say anithing, I know that your grand-father is not blind, since he recowered just for the birth of our first child!"

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As I just have found out that it's impossible ( am I wrong? ) to use italics for the title, it was necessary for me to come up with an other title than the one I was planning to use...

But, don't you agree that:

"Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare"

Painting by Sir Franck Bernard Dicksee, 19th

would have been a lot better than:

"Love at first sight, the case of Romeo and Juliet"

or at least that it would have been way much clear and understandable?

But there's nothing to do, and I can't do as I would like.

And now that I have excused myself for my grand stupidity and my non-compliance with agreements, shall we begin?

 

As I have taken so long just to say our subject, I promise you that I will watch my words and do not digress anymore. But as you can see, it will be really tough, and I can say it because I'm already starting off again with this...

 

So, Romeo and Juliet is a great example of what is called the encouter with the other.

But to begin with, what is Romeo and Juliet? yes, what is it? If I wanted to be honest with you, I would simply say that there is no need for me to explain, because of course everyone here know what Romeo and Juliet... But I have to, haven't I? So I will.

Romeo and Juliet is a play written by William Shakespeare in 1564.

It's a tragedy, it involves fate. The characters are submitted to fate. They are two characters born on a unlucky star, and that have to face the curse of hatred. Who's one? Why? Simply because they are from two wealthy families fighting over power in the same city, and Romeo and Juliet, by the greatest misfortune, love each other. What's more, the two of them are the heirs of their family! Could they get worse? Mayde or maybe not, but facts are facts.

The prologue, introducing the story and the staging, says it as well:

 

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Act 1, Prologue

 

PROLOGUE 

    Two households, both alike in dignity, 
    In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, 
    From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, 
    Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. 
    From forth the fatal loins of these two foes 
    A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; 
    Whole misadventured piteous overthrows 
    Do with their death bury their parents' strife. 
    The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, 
    And the continuance of their parents' rage, 
    Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, 
    Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; 
    The which if you with patient ears attend, 
    What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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and a brief summary may be able to explain better...

 

First encounter, love at first sight

...Or maybe not?

 

Romeo and Juliet first meeting was during the party annoucing the future wedding between Juliet and Paris, a noble of Verona. But if that's so, How could Juliet fall in love with a complete stranger? Wasn't she about to be engaged?

She was.

This was the fault of bad luck, as would say an other one.

Because if Paris loved her, Juliet was only obeying his father's choice, and had not a word to say. Most often in these cases, more frequent at the time, the bride didn't like her husband, even if the opposite could be true.

And so what? It was the way it went at that time and age, that's all.

So, end of the day, evening, beginning of the night. The party, in sum, was going well. But some poeple of the Montaigue family had decided to introduce themselves at the party to have a little fun, despite the rivalry between the two families. Romeo was among them.

Romeo and Juliet hadn't ever seen the other, and, not knowing who they were, fell in love, Romeo the first one...

He is moved by her beauty. He fells inferior, they're not on a equal footing or so he says. But one thing is sure, he consider her drom apart. he seems to worshipher. As he says when he get to talk to her, Romeo consider himself as a pilgrim and Juliet as a saint.

 

 

 

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Act 1, Scene 5

 

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house. 

    Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins 

[...]
    Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers 

CAPULET 

    Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes 
    Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. 
    Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all 
    Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, 
    She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? 
    Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
    That I have worn a visor and could tell 
    A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, 
    Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: 
    You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. 
    A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. 

    Music plays, and they dance 
    More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, 
    And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. 
    Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. 
    Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; 
    For you and I are past our dancing days: 
    How long is't now since last yourself and I 
    Were in a mask? 

[...]
ROMEO 

    [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth 
    enrich the hand 
    Of yonder knight? 

Servant 

    I know not, sir. 

ROMEO 

    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! 
    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night 
    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; 
    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, 
    As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. 
    The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, 
    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. 
    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! 
    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. 

TYBALT 

    This, by his voice, should be a Montague. 
    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave 
    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, 
    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? 
    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, 
    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. 

CAPULET 

    Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? 

TYBALT 

    Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, 
    A villain that is hither come in spite, 
    To scorn at our solemnity this night. 

CAPULET 

    Young Romeo is it? 

TYBALT 

    'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 

CAPULET 

    Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; 
    He bears him like a portly gentleman; 
    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him 
    To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
    I would not for the wealth of all the town 
    Here in my house do him disparagement: 
    Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
    It is my will, the which if thou respect, 
    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, 
    And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. 

TYBALT 

    It fits, when such a villain is a guest: 
    I'll not endure him. 

CAPULET 

    He shall be endured: 
    What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; 
    Am I the master here, or you? go to. 
    You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! 
    You'll make a mutiny among my guests! 
    You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 

TYBALT 

    Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. 

CAPULET 

    Go to, go to; 
    You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? 
    This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: 
    You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time. 
    Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: 
    Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! 
    I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts! 

TYBALT 

    Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting 
    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. 
    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall 
    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. 

    ( Exit ) 

ROMEO 

    [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand 
    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: 
    My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. 

JULIET 

    Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, 
    Which mannerly devotion shows in this; 
    For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 
    And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. 

ROMEO 

    Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? 

JULIET 

    Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 

ROMEO 

    O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; 
    They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 

JULIET 

    Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. 

ROMEO 

    Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. 
    Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. 

JULIET 

    Then have my lips the sin that they have took. 

ROMEO 

    Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! 
    Give me my sin again. 

JULIET 

    You kiss by the book. 

Nurse 

    Madam, your mother craves a word with you. 

ROMEO 

    What is her mother? 

Nurse 

    Marry, bachelor, 
    Her mother is the lady of the house, 
    And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous 
    I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; 
    I tell you, he that can lay hold of her 
    Shall have the chinks. 

ROMEO 

    Is she a Capulet? 
    O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. 

BENVOLIO 

    Away, begone; the sport is at the best. 

ROMEO 

    Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. 

CAPULET 

    Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; 
    We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. 
    Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all 
    I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. 
    More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. 
    Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: 
    I'll to my rest. 

    ( Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse ) 

JULIET 

    Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? 

Nurse 

    The son and heir of old Tiberio. 

JULIET 

    What's he that now is going out of door? 

Nurse 

    Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. 

JULIET 

    What's he that follows there, that would not dance? 

Nurse 

    I know not. 

JULIET 

    Go ask his name: if he be married. 
    My grave is like to be my wedding bed. 

Nurse 

    His name is Romeo, and a Montague; 
    The only son of your great enemy. 

JULIET 

    My only love sprung from my only hate! 
    Too early seen unknown, and known too late! 
    Prodigious birth of love it is to me, 
    That I must love a loathed enemy. 

Nurse 

    What's this? what's this? 

JULIET 

    A rhyme I learn'd even now 
    Of one I danced withal. 

    One calls within 'Juliet.' 

Nurse 

    Anon, anon! 
    Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. 

    ( Exeunt )

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Taking her hand, he declaims, in the intimacy of the crowd which lends them no attention, his feelings.

He's the "crow", he's the "night".

She's a "dove" and she's "bright".

She's "blessed" and he's "rude"

To listen to him he's crude.

And more, he never saw "true beauty" before, as if love was only for the body... His entire being is profane as he enters a sanctuary, is what you hear when he talks about how they meet unexpectedly ...

There's no wonder about it: they are on the same wave-lenght.

But in their excitement, they seem to forget that they are not alone. Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, has recognized Romeo, even if the master of the household  forbids him to make a fuss, he does not accept to see this Montaigue in their own home, let alone to see him so interested in Juliet. If possible, he would prefer to slay Romeo, but for now he is forced to remain silent.

But that is another story ... since what concerns us is the encounter with the other and not the whole story.

"The love differently," the love which is going on in other ways than what one usually sees at a time, here is the beginning of The Fifth Child.

This novel, written by Doris Lessing, takes place during the 60's or 70's, but only at the beginning because the entire story takes place over 20 years.

Indeed after 1964, people live more in the suburbs, coming to London for work or other interests only.

With the legal authority to contraception and abortion, the birth rate drops sharply.

But the choice to have children or not leads, with the right to divorce, to family instability, because if more people are getting married, they separate lot.

The hippy, peace and love movement, trigger a decrease of the religious infleunce, and the disappearance of common sense and personal censure. Gambling and activities such as cinema or evenings at the pub are becoming more frequent.

To crown it all, in the 70's, the crime rate is increasing with the emergence of Skinheads ...

However, this time was not all bad: the standard of living of the English people was more important than before, and gender equality was closer to being a reality.

 

However just at that time rather crazy, both characters created by Doris Lessing are different. They are not suitable for their age, too reserved, and this is what attracted them towards each other at first sight.

Indeed Harriet and David met at the party end of year of their respective companies, which were apparently involved.

To tell the truth, she was not very attractive and even less dressed in the latest fashion. Him, he was nice enough, but was as at ease in this office party as a penguin in a suit. She worked in a design company for building materials, and he was an architect. She remained stuck next to a vase, and he was avoided because he put people uneasy. When they saw each other they knew right away they were meant for each other. They went out, went to his home and there, they talked a long time, kissed a few times and then slept. A few days later she moved to live with him, and the wedding was already planned ...

 

This is not really a dazzling love, despite the speed with which things are done, but everything flowed naturally, As if they were waiting only for this since birth.

On some points, this meeting, love at first sight like Romeo and Juliet, but for others, the two stories are far apart.

Common points with the play of Shakespeare are based on the location of the meeting, love at first sight precisely and the speed in which things are done.

The differences arise primarily because the time is different, and unlike Romeo and Juliet, they do not match with their time. They are also older than the famous lovers, and David is not attracted by the beauty of Harriet (it would be difficult), but because his personality is close to his own.

 

That's not the main point of The fifth Child, but what is interesting us is the encounter with the other, after all.

Maybe will you be interested in this story, but this would be for annther time...

              

Here are the first pages of this novel, telling about the meeting between Harriet and David:

Yes, and that is the story of Pride and prejudice, a novel by Jane Austen in 1813...

 

 

In short, here is the beginning of the story of Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy.

                              

Here is the beginning...                                                                               ...And there is the end.

 

 

Longbourn, the Bennet, a family of upper-middle class.
A young man of the upper class, Mr Bingley, handsome, rich, moved next door or nearly, while Mrs. Bennet is trying to marry off her five daughters, if possible, to men of good condition. At a ball given in welcome for the new inhabitant, This one has eyes only for the eldest daughter of Bennet, which is not without delight Mrs. Bennet. However, with him came Mr Darcy, more beautiful than his friend, and greatly rich. But he has a terrible character, made ​​entirely of pride.
Elizabeth, the second daughter of the Bennet family, facing the insufficient number of man at the party, was forced to sit for a while, because nobody is free to dance with her. Darcy, him, is avoided like the plague after the discovery of his character by the guests. Mr. Bingley does not accept to see himstanding alone like a fool and encourage him to take a partner to dance, proposing thus Elizabeth who is both free and pretty.
Darcy looks at her five seconds and decreed that no girl at the ball, except the one chosen by his friend, is good enough for him to decide to  dance with. Arguing that further, if the girl is neglected by other men, he would not be the one who would save her from shame.

 

 

Extract of the third chapter

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Mr. Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien; and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, and above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.

Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.

Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes to press his friend to join it.

"Come, Darcy," said he, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."

"I would not be so fastidious as you are," cried Bingley, "for a kingdom! Upon my honour I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life, as I have this evening; and there are several of them, you see, uncommonly pretty."

"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.

"Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you."

"Which do you mean?" and turning round, he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me."

Mr. Bingley followed his advice. Mr. Darcy walked off; and Elizabeth remained with no very cordial feelings towards him. She told the story however with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in any thing ridiculous.

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But Elizabeth heard everything, and for a long time, while Darcy becomes increasingly much aware of the young woman, she will  see him only as an arrogant, influenced by her pride and prejudices.

 

 

Extract of the chapter six

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Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness. Of this she was perfectly unaware;—to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable no where, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.

[...]

"My dear Miss Eliza, why are not you dancing?—Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner.—You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure, when so much beauty is before you." And taking her hand, he would have given it to Mr. Darcy, who, though extremely surprised, was not unwilling to receive it, when she instantly drew back, and said with some discomposure to Sir William,

"Indeed, Sir, I have not the least intention of dancing.—I entreat you not to suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner."

Mr. Darcy with grave propriety requested to be allowed the honour of her hand; but in vain. Elizabeth was determined; nor did Sir William at all shake her purpose by his attempt at persuasion.

"You excel so much in the dance, Miss Eliza, that it is cruel to deny me the happiness of seeing you; and though this gentleman dislikes the amusement in general, he can have no objection, I am sure, to oblige us for one half hour."

"Mr. Darcy is all politeness," said Elizabeth, smiling.

"He is indeed—but considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza, we cannot wonder at his complaisance; for who would object to such a partner?"

Elizabeth looked archly, and turned away. Her resistance had not injured her with the gentleman, and he was thinking of her with some complacency, when thus accosted by Miss Bingley.

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The description of the two protagonists is more than subjective: it is barely if, counting certain points as objective truth as it is commonly accepted by the society at that time, there are more than a few words that are not subjective. ..

This suggests without much advance that the author seeks to begin the reading of her work with readers influenced by prejudice.

 

 

 

Number of adaptations have emerged under the inspiration of Pride and Prejudice, both in film and television, through comics and other novels ...

      

Love is painful...

 

...But love is unfortunately everywhere and in all forms. Sometimes it is repetitive, and other times it shines with originality and often pain. The authors have not bothered to put it any number of ways.
With or without humor and damn it I had a great pun that does not work in English!, With or without prejudice, with or without trajique, with or without sentimentality, he literally colonized much of the literature of yesterday and today.

 

Sleepless in Seattle, a film

Bridget Jones, her diary, a film

The vampire Diaries, books and TV serie

Love actually, a film

The beauty and the Beast, a film

The Angel's call, a book

Breaking bad, a TV serie

The Boat that rocked, a film

West Side Story, a film

Letters from Juliet, a film

The curious case of Benjamin Button, a film

Titanic, a film

Seven days for an eternity, a book

The HeartBreaker, a film

...

 

 

The choice is there and you only have to take it.

Even if sometimes  it is just adaptation, parody or anything else, the choice extends indefinitely.

 

...

The hell with that.

So... S.O.S. to go on with our little "love and eeerrk lovers" session, and, maybe, I hope!, finish it, I will expose you what story, I, Me and Myself, chosed to present to the class.

 

Twenty-four Hours in a Woman's Life, a short novel by Stefan Zweig, uses an incident to make an old lady remember her infortunate first love, and love at first sight, many years ago. But... Love at first sight? Was it love?Did she love him? In the end, we don't really know, 'cause she hadn't the time to know herself.

 

In her youth, she used as a rich english woman, apparently of the aristocracy, to attend casinos. Not really to play, because her passion was to observe the players' hands, and only their hands. Nervous, calm, precipitated, hooked, to her, play and hands put together reveal the man. Having fun to guess the characters of those around her, without looking at anything else than their hands, she spent a lot of time in different casinos.

One day, she sits at a table, and just when she's taking coins, she hears a snap. Surprised, she looks up and sees hands which are not as the others, as she had never seen, captivating. Fascinated, she can not help but looking at. Nervous, desperate, from a lack of life to one more convulsion, in a disorder punctuated by the roulette's turns, they force her fort the first time lo look up, to see the person who owns these hands so special, which could alone express more feeling than any face. He is a young man. He's hansome, not really manly, and seems ready to break down.

Once he lost everything, desperate,he seems to be expecting death on a bench in the city, hit by torrential rain. She was ready to leave, because, what could she do? But she takes him home and listen to his story. To help him out, she lends him money after he swears to return home immediatly without approaching a casino ever again. He thanks her a long time and seems to take her for an angel came to rescue him.

Was it love? She did not know, but fascinated by this young man, she went to his rescue...

But the whole picture she had made of him was only a too hasty judgement, positive when the man was a bad one.

The next day he does not come to the station, where she said him to go, promising that she would be there too. She waits, he does not come. She ends up going to the casino, and again, she sees him, playing all the money she gave him. She tries to take him outside, and before she could yell at him, he insults her, saying that she brings misfortune. He renders her her money before telling her to not approach him ever again.

Marked by her excessive faith in men, what might have been love became disapointment, led by her naivety. Did she believe him because of love?

 

 

Well, it's quite similar to Pride and Prejudice on the "hasty judgement" point, even if it's the other way around...